A few years ago, we were driving along looking for buffalo tracks.

Suddenly, we see an old buffalo bull standing under a tree 300 yards way.

We continued driving, as he could see us, and we wanted to get behind something.

We stopped, and ran off for what we thought was going to be an easy buffalo, then to camp for lunch - a rare occasion for us.

As we approached the tree where he was, we could see that he is no longer there.

No problem, so we followed his tracks.

It turned out he was with two other bulls.

That brought more smiles to our faces, as we could shoot all three!

We followed them, and followed them, and followed them for hours. At some point we jumped them from less than 30 yards. But due to the thick brush, I could not take a shot.

Eventually we gave up the chase, and went back and had a late lunch by the truck from our lunch box.

One of these bulls had one broken horn.

A few days later, we were heading back to camp late in the afternoon, on a different route.

We stopped on a high point that over looks the river below, and looked with our binoculars.

I saw what looked like a hippo about a mile away - across the river on the other side, by some rock outcropping.

Then that "hippo" became two, then three.

They were three buffalo bulls, and they were heading to our side of the river.

It was getting late, and we had quite a distance to run down to get to where they might cross.

We jumped off, and took off at full speed hoping to get down before they manage to get into the thickets on our side of the river.

It was Roy's turn first, he had one bull left on his quota, then it was my turn.

By sheer luck, we got down just in time, and close enough to see them.

Roy shot one, and I managed to get the other two.

The sun was already behind the hills.

We then realized that these three were the same bulls that had given us the run around a few days earlier.

Hi Saeed,

Was that the 49-incher with the broken horn?

No.

That one was shot in Chete, Zimbabawe.

That one was so easy I do not know what to call it.

Everything was by chance, it just was the buffalo day the number was up.

We were driving in the afternoon going to a leopard bait.

Right ahead of us crossed these two bulls.

We jumped out of the truck, ran a few yards, and shot both of them.

Alan dropped us to the leopard blind, and went back to load them.

So, another good example of "What goes around, comes around" then...

lt sounds like a wonderful day from beginning to end Saeed.

A great example of just one thing that makes hunting so interesting and exciting. There is always issues of skill and effort and to a certain degree luck will play a part in your hunt. Nothing is certain but it is always interesting and challenging.