The next morning had us back out and chasing buff. We picked up the spoor at a waterhole and caught up to them after about an hour. We got close to two bulls in the thick stuff, but just not enough room for a clear shot. After a short break we picked up a herd of buff at a waterhole and the trackers determined that with the incredibly dry conditions, he had a really good idea of which way they were heading and we raced ahead to set up an ambush on a small trail. True to form the first buffalo appeared shortly after we had set up and began to filter across the trail opening a couple at a time. We waited patiently for a good bull to appear and everyone stared intently into the thick bush in hope that a bull would walk out. Suddenly he emerged and I settled in on the sticks hoping for a shot, but cows flanking him on either side put an end to this ambush and they continued their pilgrimage down the trail. I exhaled and the adrenalin began to subside, time for a new plan.
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We surmised with the dry drought like conditions our best chance was to stick close to water and attempt to pick up fresh spoor there. We circled downwind of a waterhole and crept on hands and knees up to a small rise where we could see over the water and laid in wait. A young bull stepped out from the scrub and lifted his nose to test the air sensing danger and we hugged the ground to avoid being found out. He drank quickly and continued on high alert for quite some time constantly staring in our direction until he moved off finally and we could all breathe again. As we could see no further evidence of any bulls in the herd we slowly backed out and did a quick check of another waterhole as well checking the trails for any sign of fresh spoor.
With nothing being sited we decided to return to the waterhole and crawled back in to where we had a good view. Marius and I are sitting side by side staring into the scrub wishing for a bull to step out when all at once he materializes in front of us. Marius says “he’s a big old bull” and up go the sticks. I settle in and calmly settle the crosshairs and whisper “now”, Marius replies “no, cow behind”, I wait two seconds which seems like an hour and reply “now”, Marius replies “no cow still behind” I am now having real life nightmares of this bull walking back into the scrub and I repeat “now” and Marius replies “now” and I squeeze the trigger. The bull is hit hard and spins around going about ten yards before piling up and we simultaneously begin to move forward, the death bellow comes quickly and attracts the rest of the herd out of the scrub, but upon seeing us move forward they turn and move away. We close in on the buff and see that he is still alive but down, taking no chances we add an insurance shot and it is over. It doesn’t quite hit me that I have taken my first buff … it will take some time for that to sink in.
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