This is an email I just received from a great friend in Ft. Worth. Thought y'all might enjoy it. My buddy Main Beam (AKA Aaron) wants nothing more than to take one of these monsters with a bow... Got adrenaline?
"You can kill him easily with one bullet, but if you don't, the next fourteen .470s serve mostly as a minor irritant."
Robert Ruark on Cape Buffalo.
Speaking of Cape Buffalo, here is why a double rifle is better than a bolt action. This is a scope mounted .416 Rigby.
Wounded buff and an experienced bolt action hunter.
"All I remember hearing was the throaty, guttural grunts the charging buff made expelled each time he took a step, and the metallic "chunk" of the lugs coming unlocked from the receiver. Another grunt and I heard the empty brass case slide back along the rails and clink off the ejector. Another grunt and I knew there wasn't enough time.
"My field of vision had become a tunnel. At its center was a black wall bearing down on me. A buffalo will never win any beauty contests, and at 3 feet his ugliness was even more apparent. Torn ears, crusted over scabs and fresh, blood-spattered wounds on his crenellated hide completed the picture. His nose was dripping snot and blood, his striated boss was covered with dirt and bits of vegetation. His eyes rolled back in his head,ore white showing than pupil, but what pupil remained was locked directly on me.
"At the last second, I threw myself to the side like a shortstop diving for a line drive. ... Somehow my rifle was still in my hands. I rammed the bolt home..."
The buff passed buy. "When I sat up I had the perfect shot at the Cape Town end of a Cairo-bound buff, so I fired. ... The bull disappeared as quickly as he had emerged..."
"He saw us at the same instant we saw him, whirled around and started a stagger step charge. Mike's (PH) .470 boomed, followed by my .416, and the bull turned from the impacts. Mike's second barrel let fly, and the bull disappeared again into the thick stuff.
"Then from the hollow into which the bull disappeared, we heard the sound we'd been hoping for - the bull's death bellow."
Four rounds from the .416 and three from the .470 before he died. That's a lot of killing.
From a story in Outdoor Life by Michael Schoby.
Hope you enjoyed.
"You can kill him easily with one bullet, but if you don't, the next fourteen .470s serve mostly as a minor irritant."
Robert Ruark on Cape Buffalo.
Speaking of Cape Buffalo, here is why a double rifle is better than a bolt action. This is a scope mounted .416 Rigby.
Wounded buff and an experienced bolt action hunter.
"All I remember hearing was the throaty, guttural grunts the charging buff made expelled each time he took a step, and the metallic "chunk" of the lugs coming unlocked from the receiver. Another grunt and I heard the empty brass case slide back along the rails and clink off the ejector. Another grunt and I knew there wasn't enough time.
"My field of vision had become a tunnel. At its center was a black wall bearing down on me. A buffalo will never win any beauty contests, and at 3 feet his ugliness was even more apparent. Torn ears, crusted over scabs and fresh, blood-spattered wounds on his crenellated hide completed the picture. His nose was dripping snot and blood, his striated boss was covered with dirt and bits of vegetation. His eyes rolled back in his head,ore white showing than pupil, but what pupil remained was locked directly on me.
"At the last second, I threw myself to the side like a shortstop diving for a line drive. ... Somehow my rifle was still in my hands. I rammed the bolt home..."
The buff passed buy. "When I sat up I had the perfect shot at the Cape Town end of a Cairo-bound buff, so I fired. ... The bull disappeared as quickly as he had emerged..."
"He saw us at the same instant we saw him, whirled around and started a stagger step charge. Mike's (PH) .470 boomed, followed by my .416, and the bull turned from the impacts. Mike's second barrel let fly, and the bull disappeared again into the thick stuff.
"Then from the hollow into which the bull disappeared, we heard the sound we'd been hoping for - the bull's death bellow."
Four rounds from the .416 and three from the .470 before he died. That's a lot of killing.
From a story in Outdoor Life by Michael Schoby.
Hope you enjoyed.
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