I once shot an elephant from atop one of those termite mounds, whither I had climbed to get a better angle on a brain shot. One quick shot to the brain and another to the heart after he was down. I still don't know why the recoil of my .505 didn't cause me to lose my balance, but it didn't. I guess in the back of my mind I remembered W.D.M. Bell shooting elephants in high grass from atop a ladder. Not having a ladder, I improvised.