Four Paces from Death (part 11)

by david on December 10, 2012

Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered reading in a Peter Capstick book that it “was the dead ones that killed you” and “to never empty your rifle”.  Since I had only one round left in my rifle, I quickly reloaded before moving to the river bed.  I could not see any buffalo close by, but I was not sure they were all gone.  Phil stopped me at the edge of our hiding spot so he could look around.  He pronounced the coast was clear and we approached the buffalo.  We got closer and the dugga boy was still breathing but not getting up.  One last shot from my .416 Rigby between the shoulder blades finished him.  It had taken more than 21,000 foot-pounds of energy to put him down and stop the mighty heart from beating.  What an incredible animal.  Phil told me that my first shot killed him, but he just did not know it yet.  He was also happy that I was able to hit him twice more.  We both have the same opinion about shooting buffalo: that you keep shooting until he goes down or is out of sight.  My buffalo had gone no more than twenty yards before going down, and I was ecstatic with the fact that we did not have to trail him.  My practice over the last few months with the heavy rifle now seemed a small price to pay.  The sore shoulder and tired arms were suddenly a distant memory.  The words of wisdom about practice that I had read in books and magazines seemed less boring and repetitive.  I had properly prepared and was glad of it.



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