Ivory Hunter

Rod gave a quick glance over his left shoulder and with his index finger pointed toward the thicket. He shook the finger and nodded, signaling to Handy that the stalk would continue. The black tracker nodded his approval and shadowed him as he took a few short steps and stopped to study the thicket.

When he took another step a twig snapped under his foot and he froze. With all the noise that the bull was making in the thicket it was unlikely that he heard the twig break, but those big ears of his were as keen as his elongated nose. The Acacia continued to weave back and forth then crashed violently to the ground. Reassured that the bull hadn't heard him Rod continued the stalk.