I was sat up in a high seat with my S.A. mate Wally last night, and he told me this story, I believe it to be true, as he's a pretty straight guy:-
A lady in Africa was returning home to her farm one evening. The route to the farm meant she had to open and close several gates along the way. Well at one of these gates stood an enormous buffalo bull. She tried shooing, and hooting it and runing the car at it, but it wouldn't back down and move. The stand off continued for a while, and the light was starting to go. Totaly exhasperated she suddenly remembered her husband had an old rifle in the back of the car. She got the rifle, and after one more try at frightening the huge beast away, she fired a shot at it. The buffalo trotted off, and about 75 yards away from her it keeled over, stone cold, dead.
The lady returned home, to a rather anxious husband, who was wondering what had made her so late. She relayed the tale to her husband, who told her she had been very lucky to get away with what she had done. The lady knew where to shoot the animal, so could see no reason why her husband had considered it LUCKY, and told him as much.
The point was.......................................................................................
she had shot the buffalo with a .22 hornet. It would seem the tiny bullet had slipped between two ribs, straight into the heart.
I loved the tale, hope you did too.
Mark
A lady in Africa was returning home to her farm one evening. The route to the farm meant she had to open and close several gates along the way. Well at one of these gates stood an enormous buffalo bull. She tried shooing, and hooting it and runing the car at it, but it wouldn't back down and move. The stand off continued for a while, and the light was starting to go. Totaly exhasperated she suddenly remembered her husband had an old rifle in the back of the car. She got the rifle, and after one more try at frightening the huge beast away, she fired a shot at it. The buffalo trotted off, and about 75 yards away from her it keeled over, stone cold, dead.
The lady returned home, to a rather anxious husband, who was wondering what had made her so late. She relayed the tale to her husband, who told her she had been very lucky to get away with what she had done. The lady knew where to shoot the animal, so could see no reason why her husband had considered it LUCKY, and told him as much.
The point was.......................................................................................
she had shot the buffalo with a .22 hornet. It would seem the tiny bullet had slipped between two ribs, straight into the heart.
I loved the tale, hope you did too.
Mark