Adventures Down Under

The old buffalo bull swung his massive head in my direction, fixing a baleful glare into the scrubby bush we were crouched behind, 75 yards from where he stood. With no time to find a rest, I hastily placed the .375`s forestock onto my guide`s shoulder for stability, and as the bull`s head rose up to its full height, I placed the crosshairs onto the center of his huge neck and squeezed the trigger.