Chapter 9: The Noble warrior
Moving further into the thorny thicket the tension became palpable, we were on edge, and the trackers body language conveyed that they felt we were extremely close to the buffalo. It was deathly silent with not a hint of life, or bird song, a foreboding quiet that seemed out of place, and helped fuel the tension. As a PH I was fully aware of my responsibility towards the trackers safety, and had to keep a firm control of my own imagination – two days previous, highly respected Zimbabwean gentleman and veteran PH Owain Lewis had been killed by a wounded buffalo in the Chewore under similar circumstances – African safari is a small world, and we’d heard of the tragedy in camp shortly after.
Chapter 9: Photo Caption: On the third day after we’d finally tracked and killed the wounded buffalo, from left; myself, tracker Barnabas and Sgt Magocha (BVC).
