Thread: Ever had an animal resurrect?

This ones not mine, but is sure worthy of retelling.
Fellow who's handle is "Walking Buffalo."

I was asked by an Elder to shoot a Buffalo for a ceremony.
This was on the Tsuut'ina Nation.
The buffalo are fenced in a one section enclosure, half treed in willows and apsen, half open pasture.

I was so excited to kill a buffalo, a first for me and something I dreamed of doing since childhood.
Four of us including the Elder walked into the enclosure, upon seeing us the herd of buffalo walk into the trees.
Deep in the willows, a bull pops out into an opening 15 yards away.
The Elder asks for my rifle, my heart sinks as I pass it to him, thinking that my chance to kill a buffalo was just taken away.
The Elder shoots and the buffalo runs off.
It was a side head shot, and it looked like the shot hit the nose.

The buffalo ran back to the open pasture and bedded down, facing us head up and alert.
When we got to 75 yards from the buffalo, the Elder told me to shoot it in the head.
I aim for just above the eyes and just off center.
At the shot the buffalo rolled over dead.

Walking up the the Buffalo, I'm told to cut its throat.
With one hand holding the left horn, my other hand pushed a knife fully into its neck.
At first there was no blood, so I moved the knife inside, blood now gushed out from cutting the jugular.

The bull rose to its feet!
We stood nose to nose, eyes locked, with me holding a horn and my knife in its neck.
I felt remarkably calm, the bull's eyes were powerful and peaceful.
We stood like this for a long time.
Then the bull fell with me still holding on.

When the skinning and quartering was done, I caped out the skull.
There were no bullet holes.
The Elder's shot went through the cartilage of the nose.
My shot hit right where I aimed, and simply deflected of the skull leaving a small pink skid mark, not even the hide was broken.
I took the buffalo's spirit while walking with him, my knife in his throat.


A few years later I quietly walked into a room where several guys and girls were gathered, two of which witnessed this kill.
One of the guys was telling a story, bragging to the girls about killing a buffalo with just a knife.
When this guy saw me, he shut up and the other guy burst out laughing, telling the the girls that it was me who killed the buffalo with a knife.
This story can't be stolen.
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