I'm probably most proud of my Nyala, which was shot near Bambatha's Kraal in Kwa-zulu, Natal (formerly Zulu land) with P.H. Allen Hallett. We hunted this bull for 4 days straight, only for him to give us the slip each time. He was running with 4 other bulls, and each time we jumped them, they would take off up the mountain. When we finally caught up to them, we found out that the big boy always broke away from the others. Finally my P.H. and tracker figured out what he was doing and we changed our strategy. When we jumped the herd again, we took off running down the mountain for a couple of hundred yards, then ran side hill toward a clearing. We had just started back up the mountain when our big bull broke out of the cover at a dead run. I threw up my 300 Winchester, swung about a foot in front of his nose and while still swinging, squeezed one off. My bullet spined him, putting him right down from a little over 150 yards. He was just shy of 30 inches.