BUFFALO SHOOTING 



to go ahead with my rifle, ready for a sudden charge, the 

 tracker stopping every few steps to listen and peer under 

 the bush. After about twenty minutes of this we heard 

 a deep sigh and a gurgle, and creeping forward found a 

 fine bull just breathing his last. The hardened 12 -bore 

 bullet had taken him behind the shoulder and gone clean 

 through him. 



One day we came upon a big bull wallowing in a mud- 

 hole. My friend had a heavy 8 -bore smooth, and I a 

 12-bore rifle. When we had got within about 50 yards 

 the bull jumped up and made off. My friend fired, and 

 the bull went over like a rabbit, but picked himself up, and 

 was making off when I raked him with a shot that took 

 him in the right stern, and lodged under the skin in front 

 of the left shoulder. We found the 8-bore bullet imbedded 

 at the base of the horn. It was in too tight for us to pick 

 out with our knives, and my friend had the head set up 

 with the bullet sticking in the horn. 



