I was carrying two guns just in case I needed a fast second shot. (Didn't Robert Redford do that in Jemimah Johnson?) Â I had my .62cal Jager rifle, "Ole Bull Knocker" that has counted many coups over the years including a big bull moose in 79 and my new this year .62 smoothbore, "Ole Two-Fer", the gun that took two deer with one shot just a few weeks ago.
Both guns have slings so it wasn't hard to tote both of them, in fact the smoothbore is so light that I hardly noticed the weight of it on my shoulder.
As I said the deep snow made frequent rest stops necessary so when I came out to the edge of the woods and saw a convenient log, I sit down. I reached into my haversack for my thermos of coffee and a venison sandwich. Â About half way through my lunch I looked to my right and saw some buffalo coming around the corner of the woods into the field that was in front of me. Â They were six of them kind of strung out. They were a few hundred yards away so I couldn't tell if there were any bulls in the bunch. I had already decided that I wanted a cow because I figured they'd be better eating than a bull.
I was trying to decide whether to unroll my buffalo robe that was across  my back with a tump line. The plan was to drape the hide over me and try to fool the buffs into thinkin I was one of them.   .  It looked like they might be heading in my direction so I decided to sit tight and see happened.
I really wanted to take a buffalo with Two-Fer the smoothbore but I wanted the shot to be 50yds or less, anything farther and I'd use the rifle. The reason being that I hadn't shot the smoothbore with a ball past 40yd's so I didn't know how it would shoot past that.
As the six animals got closer it looked like they were all cows and heifers. They were angeling  a little as they came up the field and I knew I wasn't gonna get a close shot so I checked the prime in the rifle Bull Knocker to make sure it was dry... and waited.
These critters were a might bigger than the whitetails that I was used to huntin and I tried to estimate the distance as they came abreast of me...looked to be under 100yds. Â I lined up the sights behind the shoulder, holding about half way up the chest on one of the big cows. The rancher had told me to hold low and try for a heart shot but I didn't want to risk shooting too low and having a wounded animal on my hands. Â No critter I don't care how big they are can stay on their feet very long after taking out their lungs.
I squeezed the trigger slowly and when the hammer dropped I heard the phfff for an instant and them BOOM. The gun hung a little  but I had held my follow through and the sights were still on target when she went off. The cow flinched like it had been hit with a BB gun but that was the only reaction. The bunch got nervous and started to trot a little but then slowed to a walk. I set down the rifle and took the smoothbore off my
shoulder...keepin my eye on the cow I had shot at. I was a little worried because I wasn't too sure of the shot. I was used to more reaction than that when the big .62 hit em.
I quickly leveled the gun and put the front bead where it was supposed to be and started my squeeze. There was no pause this time and again the cow flinched and started to trot but this time I saw steam coming from a hole in her side. I knew it was only a matter of time.
I quickly reloaded the rifle from the pre measured  powder container and loading block. As I slid the ramrod back in the pipes I looked toward the bunch that had gone a little over 100yds. I saw the cows hind quarters buckle and she was down. The other buffalo gathered around her as if trying to help her somehow. In a minute they took off and left her there..she was done. Â