This past June of 2018, I managed to complete my return trip to Africa, this time with Motsomi Safari, Pieter and Ria Potgieter of Limpopo Province, RSA. Pieter had made arrangements to hunt the Makuya tribal land adjacent to the Kruger National Park for Cape Buffalo. Our hunt took place just ten days or so after the unfortunate events that took the life of Claude Kleyhans, so understandably there was a somber mood at the lodge, but Claude's son Alec had picked up the torch and was completing the hunts that his father had booked previously. Good on him for carrying on in a difficult situation. Pieter Potgieter was unable to provide his services as PH on our hunt, something we had discussed prior to our hunt but he said that he would have his top PH, Marco Schoonwinkle , fill the PH role for us along with his tracker Issac. Pieter felt that Marco would be able to accommodate our needs. He could not have been any more right. Over the next 12 days we became a team, Marco, Issac, my son Kevin and myself. Marco had asked me what type of buffalo I hoped to harvest, and I had an old mature hard bossed past his breeding prime gentleman in mind. Keep in mind that we were hunting behind the red fence, these were wild buffalo and we had no idea of what quality we would run across. Well day one provided no contact with the buffalo but we were soon made aware of the poaching problem in the area as we came across two sites were it was apparent that poachers were successful in the past. We also encountered plains game on our travels but they were not on our menu in this area. Day two proved to be another adventure, contact made on three occasions with two separate buffalo groups, busted by the wind on all three occasions, circumnavigating around a lone elephant on one occasion. When we started day two we were informed that the poaching operation had stolen another buffalo the previous night. The animals we encountered on day two appeared very skittish, but that was probably their general nature. I retired to camp pretty much exhausted that evening after doing all the walking, stalking and crawling involved during the hunt. Mostly we saw black legs, from the knees down through the mopani and acasica bush. Only once did we get a reasonably good look at a bull, but he was laying down and quartering away from us, until the herd spooked and disappeared in the bush. Day three started long before sunrise as we were travelling a good hours drive away to reenter the hunting area at the south end. Shortly after entering the hunting area we came across a small herd and the hunt was on. After driving a mile past them as not to provide them with suspicion, we dismounted and worked our way back to where we spotted them, all the time keeping the fickle african breeze in our faces. maybe thirty minutes later we made contact , stalking and spotting the herd while scouting for an old bull. Marco felt confident that there was an old dugga boy in there. Marco had caught glimpses of one that I may be looking for but he always seemed to have another animal between us and himself. A commendable bull was observed but he was still a bit soft in the boss and probably the herd breeder so he was ruled out as he had other jobs to do. After what seemed like an eternity the herd spread out off to our side to both the left and right of us, but only twenty five yards away. And then as happened in the past, the group to our left caught and bit of our scent when the wind briefly shifted and bolted. The group to our right hesitated briefly then followed the others in their haste. I immediately thought this was over again but Marco grabbed his shooting sticks and urged me to follow him quickly, which I did to the best of my abilities. A hundred yards later I caught up to Marco and got set up on the sticks, all the while Marco was whispering to me " they went down the ravine in front of us and are coming up the other side. when the bull comes up the other side and if he is a good old dugga boy I will give him a grunt call to stop him. You shoot him". Just like we had hoped for it evolved. The old bull presented himself broadside, slightly quartering away, left to right slightly uphill seventy yards away. Marco made the grunt call, the bull stopped on cue, turned to look at us with that bill collectors look. A moment later the Swift A frame 400gr 416 bullet slammed into his chest just behind his left shoulder. He disappeared into the mopani bush with the stiff legged hop seen in so many videos I had watched earlier, with no opportunity for a followup shot. Third minutes later we advance to where we had last seen him and about eighty yards further on we found him laying down. He desperately tried to get up upon our approach but several 400gr Swift solids paid as insurance convinced him otherwise. I got my old dugga boy. Marco estimated him to be 1800-1900 pounds and fourteen years old, heavy solid boss and oozing character. All the books I read, all the videos I watched, nothing came close to the actual experience, all the expectations, frustrations, disappointments and finally elation can't be described by someone else. This has to be experienced firsthand. This was my dream hunt and I got to share it with my youngest son. I want to thank Jerome of Africahunting.com for his wonderful website and the contributors that provide guidance for this hunt by providing opinions and thoughts and discussions that all went into my planning of this adventure. And Marco Schoonwinkle of Motsomi as well.