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Originally posted by Saeed:
Here is Walter's story of his buffalo hunt. I will post photos later on.

"I am very disappointed to hear all the nasty comments from some of you. Sitting in your comfortable homes and offices, you have no idea
how hard it is to get anything right with all the obstacles Saeed and his friends put in my way!
But, despite all the conniving of Saeed, Roy and Alan, my persistance, intelligence, hunting accumen and accurate shooting in nthe face of danger,
I managed to kill the biggest, meanest, old daga boy I have ever had to face. It was was soooo close, I could not just see the white of his eye and smell his breath.
They made sure he was so close that he couls lick the shooting sticks! He was trying to eating them! He thought they were GRASS! I had to take a step backwards
to be able to put the muzzle at his neck and kill him!

I should have known something was wrong as soon as Saeed, the trackers and the game scout dropped 200 yards behind us! But, carrying the long tradition
of my ancestors, from both Chille and Germany, I killed that mean buffalo.

They had to make this hunt as difficult as possible. They made it last three long, hard days! All to make sure I fail! But, I did!

Every morning, for three consecutive days, they had me wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning, miss breakfast, no tea or coffee. Then they stopped the truck
so far away - making excuses that buffalos have early warning systems, as if they can hear a tse tse fly fart from 10 miles away! Then they made me walk
for miles before we got to where the buffalo have been the night before, not where they are! I then had to walk through swamps, elephant grass, burned mud, thorn
bush, kill 5 snakes and 11 scorpions - which I am sure Saeed left on my especially for me. After walking for 57 kilometers - I measured it, as I had my GPS, and they said it was only 2 miles!
They showed me something black in the bush. Roy was shouting SHOOT THE BUFFALO! The trouble was I could not see any buffalo. All I could see was 5 black blobs
in the bush. SHOOT THE ONE ON THE LEFT Saeed was screaming in my ear! I swung the rifle to the left. The dark blob on the left moved. I thoght that was our game scout,
being used as a decoy, as that blob looked exactly like him!

SHOOT THE SECOND FROM RIGHT! Roy said, pointing the rifle in that direction. I shot the second from the right smack in the middle. I knew I hit hit, as I heard the crack of his
neck breaking! Suddenly I found myself lying on the ground, as Saeed flattend me on the ground before taking his rifle from my hands. Nelson, who is supposed to be my friend,
forgot this fact, joined in the mad rush, as him, the two trackers and the game scout ran over me to keep up with Roy and Saeed as they took off after those black blobs crashing.
I kept lying on the ground, thinking that is going to be the safest place as Saeed would do get into his usual habbit of blasting away at anything than moves as soon as he
even thinks that there are buffalo within 2o miles of him!

Half an hour later, I picked myself off the ground, and tried to peer over the grass to see if it was safe yet to stand up. I saw all of them standing together around something.
I jumped up and ran over to them, to claim my buffalo before they go and feed it to the lions. When I got to them, I saw one tracker holding a small twig, and the other holding
a bloody blade of grass!

"You killed a stick and wounded the buffalo!" said Saeed!
"If we gave you 100 rounds and asked you to hit that stick you would not have been able to do it!" Added Roy, forgetting that it was HIM who put the shooting sticks where I shot, and if he moved them only two inches
I would not have hit that bloody stick! It was all Roy's fault, not mine. But, those two are blaming me for it, just as they usually do!

I had one day of rest, and on the third day they got me up at 5 in the morning again, to go shoot my buffalo.
We followed those old bulls in long grass, thick bush and so many corongos, some as deep as the Corongoro crater. After several hours, we saw them - no, they saw us, and ran off
before we could see them. I think this was another conspiracy between Roy and Saeed. They wanted me to get tired of walking, so Saeed can shoot my buffalo!

I had another day off, and on the second we went again looking for those old bulls. After tracking them for one whole hour, we surprised them as they slept in the grass! Even those bulls were getting
tired of being chased! One bull was so close, teh trackers and game scout ran off, and as he was looking at them in surprise, I shot him in the neck!

I finally had my buffalo, and I am VERY happy with it. It is better looking than anything anyone shot this year, and they are very jealous of it."

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Originally posted by Saeed:
This makes it a total of 16 killed, and one wounded.

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Originally posted by Saeed:
Ladies and Gentlemen,

For those who are participating in the buffalo guessing game, we have shot our last one yesterday.

This makes it a total of 16 killed, and one wounded. Walter, as usual, had to put a mknkey wrench in the hunt by wounding one!

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Originally posted by Don_G:
Is Walter leaning on his buff?

That's a VERY nice boss!