Huntress Diana
The ranger accompanying us was adamant that the confluence of the river where the hippo was living was not far at all but, as always in Africa of course, it turned out to be just over a hundred kilometers away. Not far indeed…
By the time we arrived it was nearly 8 a.m. and the lowveld sun was already scorching. With any luck, we’d find the hippos sunning on a bank, set up the sticks, and my .375 would do the rest. At least, that’s what we thought…
First off, there were no bare banks. Only patches of sand with trees right down to the edge. Secondly, no pools. It was a very full, fast-flowing channel. And, thirdly where the so-called lone bull was supposed to be,
