My son in law and I went (back ) to Superior Game Ranch in the UP of Michigan. I elected to take a watusi, likely a bull, as opposed to a cow. They had a good selection and the hunting area was good size. Accompanying us was Alex, one of the guides we had worked with before, and a great guy. We decided Chris would hunt his hog first; and after several sorties, of encountering and being busted by several groups of hogs, he was able to score on a nice boar that Chris surprised at about 30 yards.
While we were chasing the pigs around, we encountered the group of watusi about a mile from the ranch house. They were bedded against the November wind, and they were none to happy to see us round the corner into a dry pond valley. The matriarch cow of the group advanced almost immediately, flanked by a senior bull (he had to go 2000 lbs) and two young bulls that were a little rambunctious. We thought we would skirt around them and continue our hog hunt , but they wanted to come over and tell us to go away. I'm not one to argue with six foot horns, so we turned around and went back the way we came.
Chris was able to score his hog about an hour later, we rounded some brush and the hog tried to flank us, rather than run straight away. A 180 gr round nose from a 308 to the base of the ear, put a stop to that.
My watusi hunt commenced after lunch. First we had to locate the group again. That was easier said than done. With the mix of pines, willow scrub, and alders, they faded in an out easily; that was surprising for animals that big.
I had gone through a lot of load development and testing for the rifle I was using. My Zastava 458 WM has never seen a factory round. In this case, I had loaded 483 gr hard cast lead bullets at about 1600 feet per second. The bullets have a wide flat nose, and I was very anxious to see how they would perform.
We skirted the 160 acre field to find the group of eight or so watusi coming out of the woods. Wearing camo or not, they spotted us almost immediately. Even at their slow walk, we would need to jog to close the 200 yards or so, to get a shot. It appeared at first that they were going to push past us at about 80 yards, in opposite directions. Once it became clear to them that we were here to hunt them, they reversed and headed for the woods.
The trick here for me was not so much wild fleeing of game, but sorting the animal out of the group, and preventing a shoot-through into another animal. There were two candidate animals in the group of about eight. They were approximately four year old bulls in the group, and I was trying to sort out one or the other. Eventually the bull I wanted lagged a little bit, and at about 80 yards, I rested against a sapling, and touched off a shot.
Both Chris and Alex saw the impact, but the bull showed no reaction. He moved toward the group, and gave me another shot. At the second shot he went down.
He weight right at 1000 lbs. And we have a freezer FULL of delicious grass fed beef. Thanks for looking!
