The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



bull's neck where it had been skinned out. I 

 noticed that the vultures gave him a wide berth, 

 which was not to be wondered at, for a blow 

 from that pickaxe of a beak would have finished 

 the gormandizing career of any vulture. Taking 

 the camera, I now approached the birds, which 

 allowed me to get within about forty yards. 

 Then, as I felt I could get no nearer, I took a 

 snapshot of the scene, which turned out quite 

 a success ! 



I sent out the boys in due course, but they 

 could only bring in the meat of the cow, the bull 

 being eaten completely. I passed the spot on 

 the following day, looking at the carcass of the 

 bull. Nothing but skin remained. The foul 

 birds had even entered the carcass through the 

 neck, the skin being gone in places, which was 

 probably the work of jackals and hyaenas. 



The next day Weddell and I went out together. 

 We had a long walk, but came on but little 

 game until the afternoon, when we saw a small 

 herd of buffalo feeding. This lot, which con- 

 sisted of perhaps fifty head, may have been a 

 small bunch of the huge herd, of which we had 

 seen nothing more, although we had traversed 

 the country for miles round in every direction. 

 These buffaloes were splendidly placed for a 

 stalk, as there was dense cover all round and close 

 to them, and we were enabled to get within 

 thirty yards. I had my eight-bore Paradox 



'34 



