This http://www.frappr.com/?a=viewphoto&id=3823381&pid=9240786 is my last Cape Buffalo. He was awakened from his afternoon siesta by some rock throwing natives, who ran him right past my vantage point on a hillside overlooking the clump of bushes he was sleeping in. I was perched on a six inch wide rocky ledge about five feet above and maybe 30 yards away from his getaway route, which went directly across in front of me, much like a Station 4 shot at skeet.

I fired four shots from my P-14 Enfield actioned .505, all of which hit, and three of which were on the right shoulder blade and were close enough to each other that they could have been covered with a playing card. The amazing thing was that I didn't lose my balance, perched precariously on the ledge, although my gunbearer was standing behind me prepared to catch me if I did. This buffalo stopped so suddenly that he plowed up the dirt with his nose.

Years earlier, while hunting on private land, we came across a pack of hunting dogs which had just killed an impala and were in the act of devouring it. Although normally protected, these were inside the game fence and thus considered varmints. I shot four times with my .300 H&H pre- 64 Model 70 Winchester and dropped three of them. Admittedly, the first one shot was standing looking at me, but the other two were moving at top speed and in different directions.

I cite this simply to illustrate what a trained rapid fire target shot can do, especially if in addition he is experienced in shooting moving targets on the skeet field