BUFFALO SHOOTING 



being changeable, they stampeded before we got within 

 range. 



On the next occasion I discovered a single buffalo in a 

 large park a long way off, and had to make a d6tour of 

 about a mile on account of the wind and cover before we 

 could commence our approach. 



Proceeding with caution, we got to a clump of trees 

 from which we expected to be able to see our game, but on 

 looking about it seemed to have disappeared ; we discovered 

 a calf, however, about on the line of our intended approach, 

 but we still went forward with extra caution, on our hands 

 and knees, through the grass towards an ant-hill, lying 

 " doggo " when the calf looked in our direction, and on 

 again when it resumed its grazing. 



Eventually we reached the ant-hill near which were a 

 few stunted trees, and peering cautiously over it, discovered, 

 to our astonishment, a herd of about a dozen buffalo 

 within easy range. 



The first shot was mine, so singling out what looked 

 like the biggest of the lot I let fly with a double-barrelled 

 lo-bore rifle, which gave me a nasty jar on the cheek and 

 fingers. Away they all went helter-skelter, and I gave, as 

 I thought, the same bull the left barrel. 



After running about 100 yards two animals lagged 

 behind, one turning round as though with some idea of 

 showing fight, but we opened on them, I with a double- 

 barrelled .303, and Garrick with a .256 Mannlicher, and in 

 a few seconds both were down. Their heads were poor, 

 unfortunately, though they looked big enough before we 

 fired ; but still they were wild buffaloes ! 



We found each had a lo-bore ball through the 

 shoulder, the bullet being under the skin at the opposite 

 side, the result of the first two shots. 



