My shots were offhand on both buffalo, 50 yards and 75 yards.
We crawled a little each time then stood up and shot.

Day two in Tanzania I was allowed a second buffalo, but PH was a smoker needing a nicotine fix frequently.
He knew the patterns the buffalo followed, and after we spooked a bachelor pod of dagga boys
he knew where they would run.
He wanted to get it done so he could smoke.
He set up a tripod of spindly switches from tree limbs, top wrapped with innertube rubber band, on the side of a termite mound,
told me they would come running through a clearing about 150 yards away,
and if one paused I should take a shot.
DOH !
Yup, yup, yup.
One of them did stop.
The tripod leaned and collapsed off the sidehill of the termite mound as I shot, counting coup on the fanny of the buffalo,
with the 500 Mbogo.
Searched high and low and found one drop of blood.
But we had fun with repeated encounters for hours looking for a wounded buffalo.
None was even limping.
Moral of the story: PH suggestions are not always cool, even if he is smoking Cools.
Sometimes he just wants to get it over with so he can smoke while taking you on a sightseeing tour.


Ron aka "Rip" for Riflecrank Internationale Permanente
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