Last year the Conservancy asked us to shoot a giraffe for a Pow-Wow they were having. They actually asked for a young one, but since they didn't ask until 4:00 PM on the day before their meeting, we just went out looking for whatever we could find.
We ended up with an old, scarred up, skin and bones, one "horn" knocked off bachelor bull. One 416 A-Frame and he started falling. They're so tall and gangly it seemed to take a while to collapse! Took some quick photos and called the Conservancy to come pick it up.
I can't help but feel they are probably still boiling the meat trying to tender it up!
I would shoot another for rations or bait but there isn't a trophy there. Disney emotions aside, they are a big chunk of protein in a protein starved continent.
