Karoo Waterbuck Well worth waiting for…

I inched our way forward through the head-high grass. Somewhere ahead we had seen the horn tips of a mature waterbuck bull as he oved slowly towards our left. We followed him for a minute or so until he disappeared in hicker vegetation. In all probability he had sensed us but he had not run away – we would have heard that. Visibility was limited to about 20 metres so we moved slowly, expecting the bull to appear at close range. I was after a specific trophy bull and would have to make a split-second call if he was the one. My .375H&H had a cartridge up the spout and the safety was on, my right thumb ready to flick it to the fire position. We never saw the bull