Baz460 wrote:Thanks for the input gentlemen. I have emailed 4 outfitters and spoken to one, and am now in the process of deciding which way to go.
The prices have varied from $11,000 per person, for one trophy and one management animal, full accommodation transfers, trophy fees, head preparation and licenses, etc and on the other hand, I have been quoted $5500 per person for the same hunt, all inclusive, which I think is more realistic, and for Die Juducil getting a quote for $13000 per person for a 2 day hunt, that is a crazy price. One of the outfitters because my mate is an American, wanted us to pay in US Dollars, I had to remind him that this not Africa, and being Australian I would be paying in Australian currency, and that was that, and he all of a sudden he changed from US dollars to Aussie dollars, LOL So I will wait and get some more quotes and then make a decision for next year. Plus being an ex slaughterman, I have absolutely no doubt that a 6.5 solid in the brain would drop a buffalo, as I have brained hundreds of big bulls with a captive bolt, but my mate will be using a 458 Lott and I will use a 500 double.
Cheers Baz.
Yeah Baz,,, Methinks some of these outfitters are just used to rich pr!cks as customers, and therefore not really living in the real world when it comes to dealing with genuine Aussie battlers.
The brain shot (regardless of caliber) can still be a dicey deal.
To prove my point,,, consider the following experience I had 18 months ago.
I had a huge steer to be put in the freezers, (I did post about it, but not the drama involved in putting it down)
On the day, the mobile butcher rocked up, and we drove out to where the cattle were.
He sat in the truck while I walked to a good spot and chance to drop the steer.
I was only 10 or 12 meters from him and directly in front, as he stood and stared at me.
With the 30/30 I lined up the sweet spot on the brain and fired.
His legs flew out from under him and he hit the dirt.
But,,,,,,, as I cycled the empty case out,,,, he suddenly stood up again,, shook his head a couple of times, and started walking away.
I followed him up, and he walked about 500 meters without stopping.
Then he stopped under the shade of a tree, and stood still again.
I circled around in front to the same general position,,, and repeated the process.
This time he was down and out.
The butcher drove up and started to crane him up,,, and said "that was F'''''''''ing unbelievable."
When the head came off, we rolled it over and skun the forehead bare.
Both bullet holes had clover leafed to the point that it was only just noticeable that there had been 2 shots.
Now if he had been a Buff bull,,, I reckon we would have been in some serious trouble,,,,,, or up a tree.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.