Ya can't tease with a picture like that and not give us the details. It's against the forum rules....
Congratulations on your buff. Looking forward to hearing the story and seeing many pictures.
I’m going to assume that the OP is not a woman.
Mainly because all the ladies here have been run off by jackwads not worthy of carrying their water.
If the original poster was a woman I know a one word descriptor that would describe her perfectly.
not a woman-We have hunted buffalo for a couple days in a couple places. Tried to track an old bull but got messed up by a herd of zebra one morning. Stalked a couple bulls in a thick steep canyon. Borderline shooter and we decided to wave off and let him age-most things finer with age!
One morning we spotted 4 dugga boys leaving a water hole and we swung wide around and in front of them. I was on the sticks for several minutes and then a giant old bull stopped broadside under 100 yards. PH says “take him!” Camera man says “wait wait wait!” Ph had fingers in his ears and didn’t hear that part. We are inside the bulls radar and he bolts. Ph is unhappy until camera guy takes the blame. He had too much brush in the way and was trying to get around it. . .
Following tracks and another bull stood up and stared at under 100 yards. I am solid on him. Ph says, no too soft. Camera man feels suicidal about ruining our first stalk. Me and the ph wave it off with some jokes.
Play cat And mouse with several bulls but they are much too clever and we can never close on them. Finally at dark we sneak off the hill we are on and leave quite a good herd feeding in the valley-undisturbed.
No moon and we are up and at them early. They are across the valley now and we see them feeding toward the crest of a hill in thick bush. We find a good shooting lane at 100 but some cheeky impala see us and start blowing, heads up and staring holes in us. I have the crosshairs on a fat rump with horns protruding on each side of it. We don’t take rump shots as our initial preference. We have a tracker start hiking for the plateau top that the buffalo are skirting around. It is bigger country than you might think. We drive to the other side and walk in, leaving the car behind. The tracker tells us there are two herds and we must get set up as the first herd will pass in front of us across an old two track road. He misjudged the distance (he is maybe a mile away on the hill) and the buffalo start crossing the road one or two at a time—but at 150 yards more or lessnot the 50 the tracker is reporting. I am on the sticks, the camera man is rolling and the ph has the Leica glass laminated to his eyes. He says, “cow, cow , calf cow, young bull” and on and on it goes for maybe twenty animals. Then a bull stops short and rubs on a tree or something to that effect. PH says “be ready-“ I’ve been ready for maybe five minutes now! Big bull ambles through. PH whistles and the bull turns his head. “Shoot h-“BOOM! Ph says good shot, cameraman agrees, I liked the feel of it. Buffalo pour through the gap crossing the road in front and behind us. A mournful death bellow rolls over the valley-then another, then calm.
We give it twenty minutes and take up the trail. Good blood at twenty yards, dead bull at 70 yards. I can range the tree he rubbed from his side-70 exactly. Shot looks perfect.
We Call in the reinforcements and start taking the pix. The ph asks permission to measure him. I don’mind. The bull is well over 40 inches!
Sako rifle in .375 wby with 300 gr swift AFrame. Notice the dangerous game scope. Trackers Simone and Sader