Alistair was on his way to get his vehicle, which was in a different direction than the wounded buffalo had run, when the accident happened. He had been gone about 10 minutes when we heard one shot from the direction he had gone. One of the trackers thought he could hear yelling so we scrambled up the steep river bank and started running toward the yelling. When I got to Alistair he was sitting on a rock, under a tree, holding the two halves of his broken rifle. He was covered with blood from two gaping........(continued)
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