On my first African hunt, my best friend and I were in Namibia hunting 2 on 1. We both had our hearts set on a big Kudu, but as the 9th day of a 10 day hunt was ending, the Kudu had eluded us, and we were on our way back to camp.My P.H. suddenly slammed on the brakes and excitedly told me to grab my rifle. We took off at a dead run through the thorn bush, and after about 200 yards my P.H. pointed and said "shoot that bull- NOW! . My reply was "what bull-where?" Steve finally got me on the bull standing, and facing me straight on. I shot, and the bull swapped ends and took off. So did we. After another 200 yards or so, we came upon the bull laying under an Acacia Tree, still holding its head up. I quickly shot it in the neck to finish it. The bull measured 58 inches. The next day we went back to the same area, and my friend shot a 55 inch bull not more than 1/4 mile from where I shot mine the previous evening. What a great finish to an outstanding hunt!