Did it take 3 riles to bring him down, or did one just park all the hardware there? Looks like a great time. Please offer up a little more "and there I was."
That night at camp---we had a big dinner & some fine South African wine. Bossie, my PH/Guide want to turn in but his wife Henrietta want to stay up & talk. She & my wife hit it off. Anyways we stayed and had a couple more glasses of wine. About 2 AM---we were awaken by lots of loud voices & that African talk the blacks use. We didn't think to much about----I thought it was the blacks coming back with the 1st bull. At 6 AM---Bossie knocks at my hut. He's shaking & crying. I ask him what's the matter. He says that Henrietta passed away while in bed with him. He said she was having problems breathing & then she's gone.
His heart is broken but we have a wounded bull that needs to be dealt with. We decided that it would be wise to get another PH to go with us. I told Bossie to take care of his wife but no he had to take care of the client. The other PH came & we went after the bull. We weren't sure on how Bossie or I could handle the situation if it got ugly with the bull.
