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"There is no sensation in the world like tracking a wounded Cape buffalo in thick vegetation, knowing that he is responsible for killing more hunters than any of the other Big Five. A buffalo draws you into battle on his terms. He won’t charge out like a lion will at first sight of you. He waits until you are close . . . and then . . . First you hear a grunt and then an explosion of hoofs chopping at the earth like a hundred lumberjacks’ axes falling in a tree-chopping contest. Only I was the tree and the buffalo was the ax. The old bull wanted to make kindling out of me. . . ."
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