One Heck Of A Ride
121 us to get that close only because they were tired. We had pushed them for at least six miles that morning. There was nothing to do except follow their tracks and hope to catch up to them again. We ran out of tracks a half mile down the trail, and it took a while before our trackers were able to relocate them again.An hour later, Borge suddenly grabbed the shooting sticks from a tracker and set them up. “Shoot that bull there!” he commanded. We had come upon the herd and the bull was walking away from us. I had no choice but to risk a “Texas Heart Shot.” The eland kicked both hind feet and stumbled when I shot, and appeared to recover after stumbling. “Shoot him again!” Borge yelled, and I did. Author’s Lord Derby eland taken after countless miles and long days of walking. Its horns were 49 inches long The bull went down kicking and was dead when we reached him. My first bullet had entered the rump and traveled the length of his body before it stopped, perfectly mushroomed, just under the skin on his neck. My second shot broke his spine. I had taken a great giant eland bull, one with forty-nine-inch horns. “Wow! What a bull!” I shouted. INSERT WP CHPT 12-14 We had chased that herd for six hours, but I didn’t feel particularly tired (much tomy surprise). We had run those eland into the ground. During the last day and a half of my safari we saw two large herds of roan antelope, two herds of western hartebeest (one with an especially large bull) and a big herd of giant eland that contained two or three large bulls. We stopped along the river for one last chance at a harnessed bushbuck on my last morning of hunting and saw crocodiles in a large pool, a very good western bush duiker, and another great hartebeest bull, but the bushbuck eluded me. It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway, this was a most memorable and well- organized safari. Two Memorial Hunts In Cameroon
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