Wildcast

Rain 11mm
Tjololo sure made me realize I didn’t know everything about him. His move all the way east could not have been back to a kill as I had thought, but just him doing an extended boundary patrol. At sunset we found him heading south on the Kruger boundary.
Not being able to follow him there we went on the prowl. The hyaena den proved to be inactive at the time but we did find several lions being lazy. This was an ideal opportunity for the film crew to film me telling my grandfathers story with the lions in the background.
Once they’d finished their act and me mine we found Tjololo back on Mala Mala on his way west on his southern boundary. Luckily he decided to stay out the river so we could follow him. Besides some hyaenas treeing him for a short while he’d been on the move all night. Really tiring stuff for us, so imagine even more so for him doing all the walking.

Pre-dawn he killed a subadult male impala and treed it. We tried doing some filming but were constantly swamped by swarm upon swarm of some small type of flying ant. They were so many the white paint on the floor of my vehicle turned to black. Attracted to the lights, they turned it into what looked like an inferno bellowing smoke as the insects were roasted by the heat of the lights. The insects got in everywhere and while trying to film I was continuously swatting myself all over and trying to get them out my clothing. We eventually gave up and killed the lights and moved away from our vehicles to get away from them.
Dawn didn’t come quick enough, as only then did they disappear.  This had to be the worst I’d ever seen them.
A very long night on the move and not much more than handfuls of roasted insects to show for it.