Sporting Scenes amongst the Kaffirs of South AfricaDrayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
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Sporting Scenes amongst the Kaffirs of South Africa
Drayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
Hunting -- South Africa; South Africa -- Description and travel
the buffalo is very savage and cunning, a small tree will save you from
him, whereas an elephant must be fenced off with rather a big one. The
usual careful approach being made, the danger in this sport is not very
great. Accidents happen to men who move carelessly, either thinking
that they are not near game, or anxious to show that they are not
afraid. An incautious person is sure, sooner or later, to meet with a
mishap, if he goes much after dangerous animals. A true sportsman need
not trouble himself about what people think. Some may take a delight in
being able to say that they have walked in a bush, and tired at
elephants and buffaloes, without any of the precautions that I have
named as necessary; I should recommend them not to do so often. We shot
this buffalo, but I will give details in another part. I was afraid
that some of the _carnivora_ might feast on him, so we determined to
return to my horse, and make the best of our way back to the kraal. A
large party instantly set off with assagies to bring in the meat, while
I had some dinner and a glass of brandy-and-water. I then strolled out
to a neighbouring kloof, and poked about the bushes in search of game.
Hearing some guinea-fowl calling, I drew my bullets, and put buckshot
into both barrels. This is a plan I rarely practised, as it is better
always to retain a bullet in one barrel; in the present case the neglect
of this might have led to a serious affair. Having crept down to where
I thought I heard the guinea-fowl, I saw a couple of creatures moving in
the long grass. I could not see what they were; but thinking that they
must be bucks, I crept down towards them until well within shot; I then
stood up, and ran forward. When within a few yards of the objects, I
was brought to a stand-still, by seeing a leopard jump up: he gave a
snarl at me, and then bounded off, followed by a second one. They went
away just like two cats, leaping lightly over everything in their
course. My finger was on the trigger to fire, but remembering the
Dutchman Hendrick's advice, I thought it wiser to let them alone. I saw
them go over a rocky hill some distance off, and was quite willing to
let them thus retreat.
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