The dogs are being successful but not giving me much chance.
After a long chase, which left me bashing through bush catching the odd glimpse of a dog rocketing through the undergrowth, they eventually all seemed to have lucked out and stopped for refreshment at a pan. But One-eye was missing.
Eventually he too arrived at the pan, but was well fed. The others realising it then back tracked on his trail and found the remains of an adult male impala he had killed up against the fence.
When they were done with that it was back to the pan for the day.
Late afternoon again they were on the move. This time the country wasn’t only thick bush but really rocky too. I bumped and bashed my way through with many new cursing words be uttered (well shouted actually). Then I heard the squabbling, but it was only a baby impala kill. Continuing north in easier country the dogs came out at the fence and looking lost, lay down and rested.
Their little break was interrupted with a ‘woo’ call from the north. Racing up there I found the dogs on female impala kill. She too was a victim of the dreaded fence.
I wonder if the dogs would be as successful if they didn’t have the fence to help them?
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