I write of a fairly amusing incident from my last safari. At least it was for us men who were hunting.

I had the pleasure of entertaining txsouthpaw and his most delightful wife, a bubbly vivacious girl of pure Texan blood. With us she was to witness her first kill on African soil. What I like about Texans is that they bring you presents and then present then to you before they know of you and before the safari, and although very sweet it is somewhat strange and for me slightly discomforting. A bit like tipping the waiter before a fine restaurant dinner.

After her first day in the field the madam for Texas remarked that she had not been that dirty since she was twelve years old. Anyway you get the gist of the gal and whilst she was just one of the most delightful of Texan flowers she knew jack shit about the hunting and of buffalo.

It was early and still dark when I awoke the Madam and her Bwana from their slumber. The buffalo were all around camp and Lion were amongst them. This particular Lion had kept me from my sleep. He was at that moment busy tearing into the hindquarters of buffalo and the Madam likewise into a lump of toast. A quick gulp of coffee and we stumbled into the dawn.

The cold had engulfed the floodplains in a thick mist, which is typical of our winter. Us English call it a pea souper. Thick and glutinous. We tracked the buffalo by sound as visibility was but a few feet. It was a vast herd and in the dull metallic gloom we managed to keep abreast of them. Later a few fingers of light lit the foggy landscape and revealed a wave of undulating buffalo. A sea of grunting bodies and clashing horns. Madam was doing some undulating of her own and hit the turf quite badly and dislocated something or other. However her gritty smile reminded me again that she was from Texas.

The first buffalo in focus was a bull trailing the herd and had been gored by Lion and we managed to avoid his sorry ass on a number of occasions. The Madam tended to stray now and again and was told to stay behind us and she stuck to the back of her man’s shirt.

Fast forward.

A buffalo is down but he isn’t dead yet. Men step quietly forward with glistening guns pointed with intent. Vision is tunneled as we hunters decide on the final shot.

The Amusing Incident

Vision is tunneled as we hunters decide on the final shot. A portion of the heaving shoulder could be seen in the grass and my man had it firmly in his sights. Our whispered discussions were then interrupted by the Southern Belle doing what can be best described as a pirouette on an anthill in front of our writhing Buffalo. For a moment I thought she was going to burst out in song maybe a little ditty from The Sound of Music. With no idea where the buffalo lay and with hands on her hips she hollered ‘Y’all finished now?’

That was the moment she removed the D from DG.

I GIVE HER POINTS FOR EVEN GOING ON A BUFF HUNT

Great visual image, well written.

And Andrew, how remiss it was of me to fully explain to the Madam that buffalo were truly Dangerous Game (I'll get grief about that for years). I'd have to say, she was quite the trooper, joining our every footstep throughout, as she said, the most memorable experience in her life. And about almost stepping on a Black Mamba, and those eggs fried over easy...

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Originally posted by txsouthpaw:
And Andrew, how remiss it was of me to fully explain to the Madam that buffalo were truly Dangerous Game (I'll get grief about that for years). I'd have to say, she was quite the trooper, joining our every footstep throughout, as she said, the most memorable experience in her life. And about almost stepping on a Black Mamba, and those eggs fried over easy...

Details!! We need more details.

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fairgame

We're from TEXAS, we don't "F*** Around". Looks like she represented the Great State of Texas very well indeed.

Good story. Well written.

Texans...noted

Sounds like another great hunt Andrew! Congratulations to the Hunter on his fine Buffalo. However, the persons in the photos look nothing like me or my wife (Surefire7).

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Originally posted by Safari James:

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fairgame

We're from TEXAS, we don't "F*** Around". Looks like she represented the Great State of Texas very well indeed.

Good story. Well written.

Very well written. Yes we Texans are different and our women..........you just gotta love 'em!


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Yes, there's more to be spoken by all parties involved on this hunt!! Let's hear it! And, more pictures of the hunt and the madam please!

surefire7,
From the pics, it appears to be a left handed rifle and the reply from txsouthpaw sounded like he owned up to his lovely spouse! (as well he should) My wife is also a Txn and would never consider going on a buffalo hunt with me, dangit!

Gotta love them Texas gals!

Great hunt Surefire7 you were able to shoot two Buffalo??

LOL....

How wonderful to read a report of thecwholevfamily enjoying a safari so much!

I would never bring my wife on a DG hunt, she would never be able to keep her mouth shut while stalking..

AND she would be pestering me when/if drinking more than one G&T....

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Originally posted by surefire7:
Sounds like another great hunt Andrew! Congratulations to the Hunter on his fine Buffalo. However, the persons in the photos look nothing like me or my wife (Surefire7).

Fixed and apologies.

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Originally posted by txsouthpaw:
And Andrew, how remiss it was of me to fully explain to the Madam that buffalo were truly Dangerous Game (I'll get grief about that for years). I'd have to say, she was quite the trooper, joining our every footstep throughout, as she said, the most memorable experience in her life. And about almost stepping on a Black Mamba, and those eggs fried over easy...

Great times we had.

A delightful story, well told there Mr. Baldry. Looking forward to the memoirs, hopefully before I shuffle off, gives you some time.

Great story & good sports!

I would of paid to see that:-)

Sounds like it was a fun hunt with good people.

My ex would have been the loud talker and complained about the dirt. Of course, she was a Mississippi beauty queen.

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Of course, she was a Mississippi beauty queen.

There are worse things in life than being married to an extremely beautiful southern belle.
As a matter of fact, just about everything else is worse.

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Originally posted by bwana cecil:

As a matter of fact, just about everything else is worse.

Except maybe being married to a Bald Badass!

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Except maybe being married to a Bald Badass!

Point well taken Jim.

That was funny. Thanks for the write up