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100 yards. This was too far for a running shot at 

 midday, when I had been on my feet since 4 a.m., 

 and a bit headachy into the bargain, and I made a 

 very wide miss, and never got another chance, but 

 returned to camp disconsolate. This episode and 

 the tracks of a lion in the meshra decided me to 

 remain in Ishaga for a few days, instead of moving 

 further down. The villagers had all along reported 

 that a big koodoo was accustomed to drink in the 

 evening just above the village, on the right bank, 

 so although somewhat incredulous as to the size, I 

 decided to test the truth of this for myself, and in 

 the evening proceeded up the left bank to watch the 

 meshras opposite. Towards sunset a party of does 

 showed themselves on the right bank, which was 

 practically a precipice. I waited with A. for about 

 half an hour, but could not see a bull. Just before 

 dark I decided to move a little further up, and 

 where the does had disappeared loomed the head 

 and horns of an undoubtedly big koodoo bull. The 

 shot was a very long one to risk, and as I was sighting 

 the head disappeared and never showed again, so that 

 the only thing to do was to return to camp with a 

 mental resolution to come to close quarters with that 

 bull before leaving Ishaga. 



February 22nd. Was called at 5 a.m., and went to 

 the meshra close to where I had seen the big koodoo. 

 There were fresh marks of koodoo having drunk, but no 



