I am proud of all my african trohies. The cape bushbuck for the 300 yard across a canyon downhill, the Eland that took two trips to africa to get. But, I guess the ultimate was my cape buffalo. That morning, I got gored by a wildebeest. It was pitch dark out and I was just walking around camp when this animal came out of nowhere and nail me but good. My wife had to take the pictures of my backside with a perfect imprint of the animals head and its horns as they wrapped around my right leg. I was limping all day when we saw these two lone buffalo in the bush so thick you could not see more than 20 yards. I made the shot after we figured out the direction of travel. The shot could have not been more than 15 yards tops. I hit the animal right in the shoulder. The animal hardly even flinched, and took off in a run, following a smaller buffalo. I and the the PH followed as fast as we could through the wait bit thorns. We next saw it standing by itself next to a tree facing away from us. I did the Texas shot because that is only shot I had. Off it went again. Now we were at a dead run, so to speak with me limping. The PH had a little Jack Russel with him and it took off after the buffalo. We could here him barking and we finally caught up with the animal, who was standing in this track with his head down and blood pouring out of its nose and mouth. I put the finishing shot into him with neck shot. All bullets were recovered. The first bullet was laying in the skin on the opposite side having gone throught the lungs and busted two ribs. The second shot went the full length of the animal and the bullet laying in the brisket having hit the heart. The third bullet hit the neck bones shattering them. That bullet was found protruding from the skin on the opposite side. The first was a soft and the following two were solids all from my customized 458 Lott. You should have seen me run practically on one leg. My clothes were in shreds and there very few places on the body where the what a bits did not get me. That was a adrelin rush. Oh, I forgot also that morning we had five bull elephants almost run over us as they stampeded.