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The first time we thought Eland were nearby we waited for them to come to us. At the last minute it was realized that this was a mistake and a bad idea, for it was not eland but a cow rhino and her calf. Luck was on our side because she did not smell us and turned and trotted away with junior by her side just a few yards from us. The last day the eland had proven elusive. We had seen them every day but only from the truck. When hunting on foot they never appeared. When we followed tracks, they disappeared. Funny how a herd of 1600 pound animals can leave footprints one second and not a trace with the next steps. In the last hours of the hunt two eland bulls crossed just ahead and revealed themselves. The stalk was on. In about an hour we caught up. We eased through the thickest stuff you can imagine (how did an animal the size of a cow get through this?). A few intense seconds and a few carefully placed steps more and the bull was in view. The Kodiak bullet pierced his skin just a tad behind the shoulder, sending the beast to the ground. As it fell the lever was worked and the sights set back upon it. A second round was fired up into the brisket as the animal was on its side. I learned from all the buffalo we've shot that shooting up into the brisket doesn't damage the cape nor meat, jeopardizes the heart and lungs, and if the bullet gets far enough it will hit the spine. It worked as this elands soul left its body. The bullets were both recovered an were typical mushroom clones at the end of their two foot plus journey through flesh and bone. I gave the eland a last mouthful of grass and said a prayer for him. He will feed many people that are quite thankful.
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