On my Buffalo hunt, I really had the opportunity to see Vusi, the head tracker, do his thing.
Just after breakfast we headed out to find any tracks crossing the roads and foot trails. In just over an hour we found the tracks of 3 good bulls that looked promising., and just before lunch we were sure they had bedded in one thick spot for the afternoon.
Vusi, Gys, Keepa, Tina and I caught back up to them shortly after lunch. For the next 6 hours, those 3 Bulls stayed just ahead of us, sometimes offering a glimpse of a horn here and a hoof there. Often we were well within 20 yards of them, but could barely see through the thick cover, and they would silently move off.
As it started to get dark I thought it might be time to call it for the day. Still good shooting light, but not if things go south. Two of the Bulls moved into an open area where one looked over his shoulder in our direction, then all 3 moved down a slight hill along a narrow path.
Vusi, Gys and I quickly followed and at a small bend Vusi suddenly threw up the sticks and stepped to the left with Gys. The Bull was facing to my left and I rapidly put the rifle on the sticks as I pushed off the safety. Red centered cross hairs in the Leupold reticle one third the way up the front leg and I squeezed the trigger.
I quickly worked the bolt for a follow up shot, but couldn't see anything but a cloud of dust. Gys pointed to the Bull who was already down behind some small brush. As we walked forward I asked if I should put another one in him, but Gys said not to get to close, and just give him a minute. No kicking, no rise and fall of the chest, just a very quiet escape of air from the lungs.
Very cautiously we approached from the Bulls backside and Gys gave him the eye poke to confirm he was gone. After some back slapping and hand shakes, we noticed he spun to his right and as he did his left horn nearly tore the bark off a tree from knee level to over 6ft.
It took 9 of us and a boat winch to load him onto the trailer for the ride to the skinning shed.
The 450 gr Barnes X did a phenomenal job and we recovered it just under the skin on the right shoulder. The Bull went maybe 10ft from where he had neen standing when I pulled the trigger.
Vusi said the next day to Steven, one of the other trackers "When the Old Man shot the Buffalo, it ran 5 steps and DIED. I never seen the Buffalo die like that with only one bullet!"
When Steven told me that, my first thought was wait a minute, who's he callin an Old Man?
