Title seemed appropriate being in that I live in the Town of Buffalo, Wyoming

Rancher friends of ours raise Buffalo and from time to time "hunt" them. I had always wanted to harvest one, knowing there is not a lot of sport or cunning involved with the process. This past summer we did some work for them in exchange for a Buffalo. I knew it was getting about time to make it happen and was thinking it would be time to have a rifle ready. A few days ago I got a very urgent call stating it was time. The bull they had been watching for me and another had become quite the rogues and where raising havoc on the ranch. The final straw was breaking into the bred Angus heifer pasture and killed one. They managed to kill one of the bulls but the other had taken a yearling buffalo bull as an askari and was very wild. I arrived and the hunt was set in motion. I was told to shoot "my" bull how ever I wanted and then to "brain" the calf that they hoped would hang with him when he went down. This calf had went native over the summer and they assumed it would follow in its olders Rogue ways.

I had been forewarned that they where quite cagey and would not stick around if the spotted us. I am a fair stalker so thought no real big deal. I wanted to use my 458wm, but after hearing of the prior days events I decided to take a newly aquired 338 along. Good thing. We found them fairly quick and the stalk was easy enough. Really just involved keeping out of sight and getting to a vantage point to see thru/over the brush. 2 shots from the 458 with old style Barnes 400gr X- bullets and he was "in the bag". The first shot missed the spine at the withers by an inch we later found and then a coup de' grace to the head/neck junction. The calf milled around but didn't present a decent shoot. I rushed it and missed a hard quartering away side/rear head shoot. The game was afoot then. 1/2 hour later we where positioned at a interception spot at a headgate on the irrigation ditch. Just before things where to happen he spotted me and started moving along a fence row. I was in a decent postion with the 338 at the ready. He stopped at a hole in the fence, about 200yds distance giving me a split second to brain him.

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