AN Austrian lady, very much a city girl, had accompanied her hubby on our hunt. Coming across some eland dung, I picked up a grape-sized pellet to roll between my thumb and forefinger. Hearing a gasp, I turned to see her expression of utmost disgust as she stared at the dung pellet. “Euw!” she exclaimed, “Was machst du?” Surprised, I raised it to show her, and she recoiled in horror. “I’ll explain later,” I said. I wanted to hunt the eland.
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