I decided to take the 1887 Hammond & Hammond 10 bore on my morning constitutional today - "Just in case". Well, as luck would have it I happened on a very large herd that was getting a jump on the annual migration. Pow, Pow, snick, reload, reload, snap, click, click, then pow again and it was over. I had a triple!

All three are very good representative trophies and just a few points shy of entry in Rowland Ward's book. I plan to send the original of the enclosed photograph to Safari Club International with a check for $3829.17 to get letterhead paper with a round gold sticker on it to make the kills official. But I must say, the gun deserves the credit far more than I.

Three of the dead blighters was more than I could handle alone. So, I called for assistance in recovering the beasts. With my team's help we had the capes off and ready to send out for shoulder mounts in no time. I would have liked to have ordered full body taxidermy, the serious pose with bared teeth and extended claws, but we just don't have enough room in the caravan, what with the watering hole panorama and all.

I am also proud to report that no meat went to waste. The instant of the first report, the entire village was on its way to my location. With dozens of natives swinging machetes they made short work of the butchering and only a few people received any sort of serious injury. Spirits were high. Everyone was chewing on a piece or two and smiling the whole time. It was quite the happy sight, indeed.