When we lived in South Africa, we were right next to Kruger Park in a little town called Phalaborwa. One of the local guys that worked for my dad as a plant superintendent was also a PH, and he was THE GUY they called whenever something got loose from Kruger or was causing problems. One time 3 buffalo got loose and were running through downtown, ramming cars and tearing stuff up. People were afraid to go out on the street because these buffs were chasing anything that moved. Rudy, the guy who worked for my dad, was called and came into town in his old Range Rover, and with three shots put the buffs down. The biggest was an older cow who was pregnant, and just days from giving birth. The unborn calf was considered a delicacy and was given to one of the local tribal chiefs. Rudy got to keep some of the meat that he wanted as pay for the job, and the rest went to local tribes people. In the 18 months we lived there, I know Rudy was called out to kill those buffalo, 2 giraffes caught up in a barbed wire fence, a leopard that was coming in to the edges of town at night and killing dogs, a bull elephant with an infected tusk (they said you could smell the gangrene from 100 meters), and a gang of Chacma baboons that were raiding garbage bins and killing pets. Those are just the stories I remember.
All good examples of them calling in the pros. Sometimes you need to turn to the guy that can do the job best. Putting down 3 cape buffalo with 3 shots is no easy matter. They don't call the buffalo "Black Death" for nothing. Mean and nasty critters on the best of days and downright deadly on the worst.
Cheers :cowboy
When we lived in South Africa, we were right next to Kruger Park in a little town called Phalaborwa. One of the local guys that worked for my dad as a plant superintendent was also a PH, and he was THE GUY they called whenever something got loose from Kruger or was causing problems. One time 3 buffalo got loose and were running through downtown, ramming cars and tearing stuff up. People were afraid to go out on the street because these buffs were chasing anything that moved. Rudy, the guy who worked for my dad, was called and came into town in his old Range Rover, and with three shots put the buffs down. The biggest was an older cow who was pregnant, and just days from giving birth. The unborn calf was considered a delicacy and was given to one of the local tribal chiefs. Rudy got to keep some of the meat that he wanted as pay for the job, and the rest went to local tribes people. In the 18 months we lived there, I know Rudy was called out to kill those buffalo, 2 giraffes caught up in a barbed wire fence, a leopard that was coming in to the edges of town at night and killing dogs, a bull elephant with an infected tusk (they said you could smell the gangrene from 100 meters), and a gang of Chacma baboons that were raiding garbage bins and killing pets. Those are just the stories I remember.
All good examples of them calling in the pros. Sometimes you need to turn to the guy that can do the job best. Putting down 3 cape buffalo with 3 shots is no easy matter. They don't call the buffalo "Black Death" for nothing. Mean and nasty critters on the best of days and downright deadly on the worst.
Cheers :cowboy
Yep, not sure what he used, but I'm sure it was a small cannon! Saw his "gun room" once, and let's just say he had what could legitimately be called an arsenal.
