With a freezing 6 o'clock wake up we had a few cups of coffee then off we were. We had gone a few miles and say some buffalo tracks. Trackers set out with radios a not very long they called us to say they have them in sight. Driving to the nearest point we got out and walked five hundred yards and saw them. An hour later after looking them over and dodging the confused wind, we saw a suitable bull which presented a good shot. The trophy bonded bear claw hit hard..
A mere twenty yards he stood there with a hole in his heart.. A second shot dropped him .. Handshakes and huge grins were all over us.
Back at the skinning shed by ten with a greatbull. Rest of the day was spent relaxing