Many years back I had gone to one of my favorite hunting spots, and when it became dark, hooked up a spotlight to shoot some rabbits with an old iron sighted single shot 22.
As we were driving around looking for rabbits, we saw a large hyena, and after a brief look at it continued our search. We shot a rabbit and when I sent my man to pick it up, noticed the hyena again.
We moved on, and after a short distance shot another rabbit, and when I turned the light around, sure enough, that hyena was there again.
Thats it, I thought, and swung the rifle on the hyena and shot him. On being hit, he uttered a loud 'woof' and collapsed, picked hinself up and ran towards some bushes and collapsed again.
My friend's son who was with me, wished to see the hyena, so I got off the jeep and taking a torch and the 22, took my man with me to carry the hyena out.
Giving him he torch, we went into he bushes while I held that single shot 22.
As we entered the bushes, we heard a strange guttural noise, and my man panicked and went back to the jeep leaving me in total darkness.
I heard this loud guttural noise very close to me, obviously the wounded hyena, but could not exactly place it.
It was a tense moment while I abused my man in choice Indian words, and he returned with the torch.
Imagine my surprise and utter horror when I found the hyena lying right next to me with his jaws open just a few inches from my foot.
The 40 grain soft bullet had hit him square in the throat and then paralysed him by going into the neck vertebrae.
The guttural noise being uttered was his breathing through that hole in the neck.
He could open and shut his jaws, but could not move his legs.
. . . Just a little story to break the monotony
