BigB
Shoot an individual buffalo cow on a game farm hunt? That doesn't interest me.
[This message has been edited by Will (edited 04-17-2002).]
I also know I'm a hypocrite about this, but no more buff cows.
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Ray Atkinson
I have eaten some things in Africa that I am sure God did not intend to be food for humans.
This calf was a bonus for these guys!
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Wendell Reich
Hunter's Quest International
wendell@huntersquest.com
Last year our PH had a cow left on quota, and he said we should shoot it.
The trouble was we could not find one on its own, and he really wanted to avoid disturbing the large herds we normally find.
One morning someone saw a cow by a waterhole at the edge of a valley overgrown with long grass.
We thought this was a perfect opportunity, and went after her. When we got closer, we found that she was part of an enormous herd - all hidden in the grass.
While glassing them, my good friend the late Gerhard saw this very old cow looking at us, and he insisted that we should try to shoot it.
We had the usual argument who should go after it. I was telling him to go shoot it, and he was telling I should go shoot it.
Roy, our PH, put an end to our discussion by saying there was no way we could shoot it then, but we should come back in the afternoon and try again.
In the afternoon we went back, and found them feeding. There must have been several hundreds there, and spread over a large area.
We got downwind of them, and started to look for our cow, which by now was named the "Gerty" cow, in honor of Gerhard!
Eventually we found our Gerty cow. They were feeding towards a fork in the valley that split it into two. We sat on a hillside, and hoped she would pass in the closer valley rather the further one. If that happened, we would need to scarmble down and up again to get close to them.
As luck would have it, they all took the further valley, and we did a very good immitation of Speedy Gonzales.
The fun part was a storm was brewing, and it was quite windy, with a few dropps of rain falling. We could hear lions roaring, and elehants screaming not very far from us.
We got to about 60 yards from our cow, and gave her a bullet. She ran about 10 yards and dropped. All the rest of the buffalo gathered next to her, and would not leave.
They stayed there for quite a while. Roy went to get the truck, while Alan, his son, and myself waiting by our cow.
As soon as they saw the truck coming, they left.
That was a pretty exciting and enjoyable buffalo hunt.
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saeed@ emirates.net.ae
www.accuratereloading.com
Nice story. A new genre is born. Saeed's "Reality Africana" recollections interspersed with slapstick comedy and current events and technical info. I shall stay tuned for the next installment. Thanks for the edification/education/entertainment. And boy howdy do we forumni have fun amongst ourselves!
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RAB
"Grandad" Gerhard did not want to shoot the cow, so I ended up doing it.
In our hunts - or in everything else we do for that matter - everyone is at pains to make the lives all others as bad as possible.
If you have read any of the Astrix books, life in Gaul is very similar to ours.
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saeed@ emirates.net.ae
www.accuratereloading.com
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RAB
After all, he is addicted to wild boar!!
Rick.
Cacaphonix?
Walter fullfils many different personalities, including Cacophonix, Geriatrics, Vital Statistix and the fishmonger - I forgot his name.
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saeed@ emirates.net.ae
www.accuratereloading.com