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We were returning from an exhausting hunting day.
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The sunrise found us in the jeeps. We’d been moving towards the first ambushes.
Strangely enough for the season, there was no snow. It had been the mildest winter in my lifetime. Anyway, everything around was deep in white-frost and fog. The vehicles left us on a mountain ridge and we continued on foot. Wild boars were our main target. Judging by the tracks left behind by their hooves and snouts, the neighborhood was abundant in pigs.
The two men were walking cheerless and scared. Their clothes looked alike, shabby and worn out. They were of different age. Judging by the characteristic high cheek-bones of their faces, one could guess they were sort of relatives, most probably, a father and his son. Stoyan, the younger one, was holding an axe in his hand. Pavel, on his part, had asked a neighbour of his to lend him an old hunting rifle, loaded with two bullets. He had no other bullets with him and didn’t even know the right pe
Night and the high African grass were concealing our bending silhouettes. The quick walking pace was not giving us away thanks to the sandy sois muffling our steps. We’d been following one and the same itinerary for the second time around. Earlier that day, before sunset, the scout from the hunting camp had broken the news we’d been waiting for in the course of five days. Every evening upon sunset, the big male hippopotamus would sneak out of his den among the impenetrable reeds.