Jano gazes down at his beer. "Yah, quite the animal, and good hunting for sure." We sit overlooking Swakopmund pier in Namibia, and I wait for the story.
"One night I am driving to the mine. Yah, I am a little tired for sure; and there he is...smack in front of my headlights." He holds up his German beer to the light, inspecting the froth. "I have no chance of course. He is a big one, a giant buck: 1.6m at the shoulder, 300kg" Jano takes a good long gulp, plonking the empty on the table and shaking his head. "The problem is that they jump just before you hit them."
"They tell me I wander into camp in the dark. It is very dangerous. I am covered in blood they say. My shirt is torn and I make no sense."
Jano wipes his whiskered mouth. "The next day I have a big headache, my thumb is broken. But the Toyota, she is a mess, down in the ditch. This big animal is gone...there is nothing." Jano's eyes are wide. "Hyena."
He rubs his left forearm. "Everywhere inside there is blood and shattered glass." His steel-blue eyes lift from the tabletop up to mine. "There is a broken corkscrew of a horn... the point, it has speared the passenger seat."
Photo: The Curious Kudu - Etosha, Namibia _Ian Cochrane