THE two trackers suddenly dropped onto their knees and silently pointed towards a small thicket about 25 paces to our front. My client and I could barely make out the form of the wounded buffalo bull lying side-on to us. The buffalo, which my client had wounded earlier in the day, was inside the thicket, relatively well screened from our view by low-hanging branches and leaves. Although I had more or less established a mental image of the buffalo’s mass, I could see my trackers were tense and waiting for the anchor shot. My client had also seen the buffalo, so, acting on reflex alone we both brought our rifles into our shoulders, and firedsimultaneously, the two shots blending as if it had been a single shot. It wasn’t as if we were under gunned, because my client was using a .416 Ruger and shooting North Fork 400gr cup point monolithic bullets in front of 73gr Vihtavuori N150 powder. For my part, I was carrying my .458 Lott, and shooting North Fork 500gr Flat Point solids loaded with 75gr of Somchem S335 powder.
Unfortunately, and because we had both guesstimated where
