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I've had two or three scrub bulls charges. Thank fully one m0 big giantbred bull came stomping down the hill looking for me. I'd shot it in the lungs or thereabouts, near the heart? Nit charged down the hill. But I was to the side and hid behind a large tree trunk. Reloaded. Peeked around the tree and shot it again with my .450 The bullet impact created a large cloud of vaporised blood from the earlier wound. It dropped immediately. If I had the guts to stand out fully I might have created a Mark Sullivan charge. Graham Williams, said, "or it might have run away". Wal a fellow client, his wife was filming for me. In the excitement she always stoped pointing the camera ... Another bull came running, but slowly as it wasn't well. . But repeated shots stopped it. Another bull didn't charge. But came a-running in answer to the shots at donkeys. Glared at me from above me on sbhil, maybe 30 yards. I had my BLR .308. Quickly loaded extra rounds into a magazine and swapped it into my rifle. Then carefully walked pass the hosting angry bull. At times like that you wonder if you can drop the bovine. The bull never did anything more. My first water buffalo hunt, first bull was an angry bull glaring at Matt and I from not far away. Running away, he'd hooked a tree, brought it down and swung around coming at us. But stopped "20 yards" away. Glaring at us. Walked forward to us, we retreated backwards. Matt had jammed one of Bob Penfold's loaner .458 rifles. I had my .450 up and ready.cAdking Matt if I should take him as a trophy. An of broomed tip bull. The bull came striding forwards several times. We retreated every time. Eventually decided to nitvshoot the bull. Not a charge, or one pushed to the end. He did have his head high. So a nose shot. I did wonder if two shots at so close was enough. Did a Hemingway and put two cartridges through the fingers of my left hand, for a quick reload. At times like this even a big gun feels small. |