Recently I got back from a amazing trip to Australia with a couple other tradgangers. PDK and Jerry Russell. Both are amazing hunters with a wealth of knowledge and great to share a camp with. The hunting was awesome but the weather was very hot. There were several times I felt hotter than I ever have in my life. Hiking in 100 degrees under that sun was intense. We saw lots of aboriginal paintings and seen things maybe no white man has seen. Each day we would take the Land Rover to a river or water source and still hunt. Actually the guide would move very fast and keep his eyes peeled. Wind was always the most important thing to the guides.
As for my own experience I will lay out my two scenarios on buff. This is by no means to contrast PDKs experiences. Shooting 2 buffalo makes me a expert in absolutely nothing. I had a 65 at 26 centaur longbow I was using. I was super confident in my shooting and my heavier setups were not any faster than my Centaur. Near the end of day one the guide spotted my bull feeding in a relatively open woods. Using a slight bend in terrain and the wind and shadows I slowly worked to 17 yards of the feeding bull. Being the first day I was calm and felt little pressure. I waited until I thought I had a perfect broadside shot. I drew back and sent a arrow into the crease half way up. My arrow went in dead center in a rib and poked a hole out the far side, I believe between two ribs. The bull ran out to
about 35 yards and looked back to see what happened. I shot again and drilled him in virtually the same spot on the opposite side. This arrow went in half way or so. The bull ran 50 yards and fell twice. He stood back up and 30 minutes later I slipped up behind him and shot him 3 more times. All steep quartering, the first two were bad and the bull didn’t move. The last buried in 20 plus inches and took the bull out. Amazingly the first two crisscrossed the liver and didn’t get lung. The guide said the bull was 20 plus years old.
Three days later I shot a cow. This one was 15 yards. Quartering slightly and uphill. My first arrow hit low and back and exited center of crease on opposite side. It went clean through and landed in the palmettos. I quickly took a 2nd shot and hit in the upper leg with zero effect. She ran and so did I. Again she stopped at about 35 yards and I let fly with a Centaur big game head. It hit her 8 inches in front of the hind quarter on a steep angle and buried half way through the fletching. As there were a bunch of other buff contently feeding we came back in the morning and found her dead close by. Under 50 yards from last sight.
Way too much typing so I will just add a bunch of pics. Hope you enjoy!
Topic: Australian Buff Adventure (Read 1998 times)
