Floris nodded in agreement as Kobus spoke, "…he's a great bull Dan, we won't find better." I looked back at the boss and she was clearly in agreement.
"Let's go get him guys." We moved back
down the slope, out of the bush and onto a game trail. The soft sand
masked our approach and unlike our previous attempts, the wind held for
this hunt. Without looking, I checked the power selector on the 1.5-5x
was turned to it's lowest setting and I pushed one of the fat .450's
into the chamber, bolt up. We rounded a small spur and came out into
the open with the bull ahead of us, slightly up the slope in a small
"The wind is good Dagga,'" whispered
Floris, "we just walk straight at him slowly, he should watch us, you
remember the heart is a lot higher?"
I closed the bolt and raised the old Brno for a frontal shot just as the
bull turned his back on us and moved farther up the hill; he stopped
and turned back, quartering towards us. A few steps to my right had me
in the clear and I raised the rifle and quickly squeezed of a shot at