WOUND TWO BULLS WITH ONE SHOT 399 



far side of a small patch of low grass, a space of some 

 90 yards between us. I was fortunately hidden from their 

 view in a strip of jungle. 



All three animals appeared very uneasy, and were walking 

 backwards and forwards in a restless undecided manner when 

 I caught sight of them. I could not see the fourth, but doubt- 

 less he was not far off. I noticed that when the tsine were 

 stationary they held their heads high and craned their necks 

 from side to side, looking hard in the direction by which they 

 had come, and from whence they had evidently expected 

 danger. Occasionally they would glance over in the direction 

 of the pool, for which they were presumably bound when they 

 crossed our trail. 



I remained motionless for quite five minutes in the hope of 

 seeing them make towards the pool for a drink, but they were 

 apparently suspicious of danger and remained where they 

 were. One animal gave me some splendid opportunities of 

 shooting, but the distance was too great for me to risk it with 

 the 8-bore. With a lighter weapon it would have been a very 

 different matter. 



It now struck me that if I did not look sharp my men 

 would be coming to look for me, as they were ignorant of the 

 fact that the beasts were close by. In fact, one of the hunters 

 was already making a clicking noise with his tongue to attract 

 my attention. This noise is peculiar to Burmans. I put 

 up the 100 yards sight and waited. The animal which 

 showed himself before gave me another chance, of which I 

 availed myself. He stood like a rock while I aimed for his 

 shoulder high up. A second animal stepped out from behind 

 some high grass as I was about to pull the trigger, and stood 

 close alongside the animal at which I was aiming. I pulled 

 the trigger ; the brutes swerved and dashed off at right angles 

 from each other. The one fired at only went some 30 

 yards and then pulled up, the other held on with a broken 

 hind leg ; my bullet, a conical steel-tipped one, hit it after 

 passing clean through the first animal. 



I ran up and despatched the first bull, which was standing 

 quite dazed, the bullet having entered the loins rather far 

 back. My hunters now joined me, and we took on the tracks 



