She lay in wait and so did I. How famished she must have been, if only
watching her hunt I’ve become so hungry I’ve risked getting out of the
car, fetching my gasoline camping stove, and cooking up a hearty meal
right there in the back seat of my double-cab truck. What torture it
must have been, to see the springbok inch towards her hiding place
near a waterhole, and keep her tired paws perfectly still and ready to
pounce for the prey. She was my prey and I got her – skidding in a
sharp turn, tail high up in the air like a flagpole, tense muscles
gleaming in the sun. A kill would have made the cover shot, but she
missed every time.

Location: North Namibia