This is a true story of my friend Walter.

As many of you know, he is not in the best of health, but loves to hunt.

So getting him to shoot a buffalo is a rather tall order.

The professional hunters he had, all of them, were absolutely great.

They always got him close to his buffalo.

But, but, but, Walter always had plans.

We were in Tanzania, and a plan had to be made so Walter could shoot a buffalo.

On one of our normal walking hunts, we found an area frequented by bulls.

So the next morning, we drove over there, and got the trackers to go look for them, and let us know when they find them.

Sure enough, we got a call that the bulls - 6 of them, were feeding not far from us.

Off we went, and managed to get ahead of them, where they might pass through a clearing.

We positioned ourselves, and waited.

Not long before all 6 appeared walking in line.

And to make matters even better, they stood about 80 yards from is, all broadside.

Walter asked which one he should shoot, and was told to take his pick!

He fired, and the bulls took off.

Someone was laughing - it was not me, honest - that Walter had missed! As a lone twig, about an inch across got hit.

It was the only twig between us and the buffalo.

We went to look for any sign of blood.

While the trackers were looking, we stood in that clearing waiting for some good news.

Suddenly, Walter started jumping up and down, and stripping his pants off!

He managed to stand in the middle of siafu colony, and they all ran up his legs, and started feeding!

He kept telling us hwo good he was to hit that lone twig!

I'm sure he told you how good he was to hit that twig all due to shooting the amazingly accurate Blaser!

Walter had his Blaser on two safaris.

One was in a South Africa.

We were hunting up in the mountains.

We saw a herd of black wildebeest across the valley on the other side.

I said “Do you want to shoot a black wildebeest?”

“Of course I would”

“Go ahead then, ask Peter which one”

“From HERE?”

“Yes”

“How many times would my bullet bounce before it gets there?”

“Try it, I will tell you where to aim. You see the rocks above them? There is one a bit lighter, just aim about that high and you will hit him”

“I am NOT going to shoot something on the other side of the mountain! YOU shoot one! Hahaha, this will be very funny”

I had a 30/404 I built just for this sort of long range hunting. It shoots 180 grain bullets at almost 3,500 FPS!

I fired at one, he ran a few yards and dropped dead!

Walter said “Oh shit!”

We drove across to get him.

The rest of the herd did not go very far. So Walter had his chance.

Walter was shooting a 7x64 Brenneke.

I have idea how many shots he fired, some hit, some missed, but the wildebeest was still running!

In fact, he ran across the valley back to where we were originall.

Walter refused to shoot.

I had to finish that wildebeest.

It was quite a sight.

The wildebeest was in the sun, I hit him somewhere where he dropped on his side, and as he breathed, blood was pumped several feet up in the air like a fountain!

We found all Walters hits were non lethal!

All too low in the chest, or just creesing the chest!

Senior Walter has an extremely long history!

212 pages if you just type “Walter” in the search engine. I spent some time looking at some of the old pictures of past safaris, which were neat. Your .375/404 looked pretty new!

He has killed some good animals, but perhaps 30 years ago judging from everyone’s cloths!

He sounds like an enthusiastic guy, I’d like to meet him. Though the self inflicted shotgun wound to the upper thigh region story is both funny and eyebrow raising!

Walter-Another Living Legend!

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Originally posted by Colin Masters:
Senior Walter has an extremely long history!

212 pages if you just type “Walter” in the search engine. I spent some time looking at some of the old pictures of past safaris, which were neat. Your .375/404 looked pretty new!

He has killed some good animals, but perhaps 30 years ago judging from everyone’s cloths!

He sounds like an enthusiastic guy, I’d like to meet him. Though the self inflicted shotgun wound to the upper thigh region story is both funny and eyebrow raising!

Walter Junior is not far behind.

He was with us hunting in Zimbabwe.

He did not want to shoot anything.

One day we took the afternoon off to shoot doves at a waterhole.

The doves were coming from our left, and he was with me collecting dead birds.

I asked him if he wanted to shoot some doves, and he agreed.

He fired a few shots, never hit anything.

I said to him “aim about a meter to the right as they are flying”

He fired a few more shots, still no hits.

One dove lands on a tree not far from us.

I said “shoot that one”

He did.

The dove flew off!

I said “how did you manage to miss a sitting bird? Where did you aim?”

He said “A meter to the right of it, as you told me to!”

Are you serious?! There's a Walter Junior????!!! Holy shizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

You guys are fun!

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Originally posted by Use Enough Gun:
Are you serious?! There's a Walter Junior????!!! Holy shizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

Walter Junior loves cars.

His father had one of the original Audi Quatros.

The car was a total wreck, but Junior loved it.

He spent every penny he can afford on that car.

He even got me to give him some buffalo leather to put on his seats!

I bet that was the only Audi Quatro in the whole universe with cape buffalo leather skins as seat covers!

One day he turned up with some friends, who wanted to look at our animals.

He parked his car close to our workshop, where I was working.

As the left to walk around, I took the oil can that I use for chambering, which has oil mixed with Molly.

It is black.

I went under his car, and sprayed a few squirts on the engine-gearbox junction underneath.

Drips of black oil formed underneath the engine

A while later, they came back.

I said to Junior "I think your car is leaking oil"

"No, that is not oil. It is just water from the air conditioner compressor"

"It looks black, and shine. You better check it"

He got into his car, moved it forward a bit, got out and went to inspect the oil.

Suddenly, his face lost all color!

He went WHITE!

I said "You know what that looks like? It is coming from the gearbox! Bloody hell, gearbox damage in a Quatro is almost certainly requires a new one"

The poor boy was gone!

I said "I would not drive it like this. It might cause more damage!"

They came into the workshop, had a drink, then I showed him the oil can!

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Originally posted by Saeed:He said “A meter to the right of it, as you told me to!”

That made me to guffaw!