Chapter 8: Warts & All
They’d been fighting broadside on to me, and the one I shot dropped like a stone, and it was then that I witnessed a somewhat comical scenario. The survivor seemingly thought he’d personally trounced the dead warthog and so he proudly strutted round his fallen comrade, with mane bristling as if expecting applause and complimentary cigars. However, and because he’d neglected to run off at the sound of the shot the oversight cost him dear, I was shooting for rations so I killed him too.
Chapter 8: Photo Caption: Croatian client Ivica Katavic with his BVC warthog, which initially wounded had covered considerable ground before we accounted for it.
