What a tough morning chasing after the wild dogs. They took us through some terrible bush country before killing a baby impala.
Then back on the hunt again they continued to try and shake me off. That’s what it felt like. Catching a male impala, things settled down while they fed. But then somehow the pack split up and for the next hour they were moving in all directions trying to locate the others. This didn’t impress me but I just had to stay with them, as you never know what could happen while they’re on the move.
Without much song and dance they all met up again and passed out at the same pan as yesterday.
That was them out of action. I left to look for the breeding herd of elephant and search high and low I was out of luck.
Eventually in the heat of the day, I found a shady tree next to Lojaan to chill out under. A short while later an elephant bull, feeling the heat himself took the plunge in the dam. Like a whale he floundered around seeming to be diving and pegging his tusks into the mud with his backside well exposed to the world. With no worries on the world he was truly enjoying his swim.