Don't feel too bad. This year he and I spent better than an hour stalking/crawling on our bellies to within 40yds of a nice old blue wildebeest. He had no clue we were there, full broadside. I'm sitting with a solid 3pt hold and leaning on the base of a small mopane tree....squeeze the trigger on my 450 and it just.....sneezes and the bullet hits the dirt halfway there....squib loaded one of my hand loads. Beasty just coughs and bounces away. Nobody to blame but me and great fun all the same.
Are you thinking of going back?
