I hope it does not happen to you. If it does you have got a bucketful of trouble. The first…
Browsing: Cape Buffalo
I had a very dear aunt who lives in the Western Cape Province of South Africa. Every time she sends…
The 13th bull was waiting for us. As he got up, he came in one movement. Low and fast. Intention apparent. As I started falling backwards, Michael’s .375 Rigby H&H went off beside me. Rifle off my shoulder, I was pulling the trigger for first right and then left barrel before I hit the deck. The gun was not on my shoulder, but in the direction of danger. A flash of blood was all I could see from what I thought was my right barrel at the hump of our aggressor, who then turned to flee to our left. The .500 NE had turned him at three yards.
I have used rifles in calibre .458 Lott on seven African safaris, where I shot plains game (impala, hartebeest, oryx,…
It was just after sunrise and the warm yellow glow settled softly around us. We were slumbering in the back…
The decision to hunt the African buffalo should not be taken lightly. Its reputation as a “killer” is not hearsay.…
There are some stories that must be written. If they are not, they will only be remembered by those who were there in the heat and dust, with thirst on their thick tongues, and their minds wandering far away when they should be concentrating on the task at hand. Stories lost because they were not written.
Call me a hopeless romantic. Before leaving on safari I write my wife letters on white paper with a red…