That buffalo was pretty sick from the 5 or 6 bullets that were in him when he got to me otherwise it would have been bad. When the trackers pulled me out from under the buffalo and started pulling up my shirt and pant legs I just started thinking I really don't want to go to a hospital in Tanzania. Fortunately most of the blood on me was from the buffalo. When my wife showed up with the game scout she was a little put out that they did not leave me under the buffalo so she could get a good picture. Not sure what that means. I've read about how only a hit to the CNS will shut one down and I think that's true but when that head is bobbing and ducking trees or maybe deciding on targets it's really hard to hit!
