I had three days remaining and I told the PH I wanted a Wildebeest Bull on foot with my 115 year old double rifle. Tall order, as we all know how flighty the gnu is. Needless to say we never got closer than 200 yards and they were always on the move. Last chance was to catch one at the watering hole. On the way the PH spotted one bedded down. The PH sent me on a solo hunt that became the most epic 2-3 minutes of hunting in my life. There was only a 20-30 percent change of getting really close. The brush was heavily covered in thorny scrub. That gave me good cover, so it was up to me to remain silent and move slowly. Just as I got under 30 yards he stood and I got a shot. Like a good DR shooter, I reloaded and I was ready with two follow up shots. Both were needed as the first hit some scrub - but the next was instant and fatal.