Animal Behavior


Aug 24/2017 00:43 Hrs. Bush body politic in the Kruger National commons

The hyena were getting closer by the arcsecond, but being tied spreadeagled to wager on the ground I could do naught about it.In the draw close distance a roar from a lion, praying to god it's a male Leo and not a hunting female.Off in the far aloofness the droning of a motor hopefully coming to deliver me from my predicament.

If only I had listened to Pieter and waited for the other guy rope to return from the big rugby football lucifer in Johannesburg before going to retrieve the drone I was using to tail the first sighting in five years of a kin of Negroid rhino in the quadrant directly east of the Giriyondo Gate.The data the poke had collected was too priceless to be lost ! But no, I had to be stubborn and recall it myself, proving I wasn't just the token female only able to depend after Guest ! await where that attitude got me ; raped by poachers, staked out bleeding to attracting whatever predator that wanted a fast repast !

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Aug 23/2017 19:16 Hrs. bowlder Bush inn

"How's the search for that subtle rhinoceros house coming ?"Pieter Van Zyl standing over my properly shoulder asked as I watched the footage from the drone I had sent out. At six foot one column inch, Pieter easily could see for himself, inferno he's got six column inch on me.

"What, dust in your eyes ?"snickering at him."I found and have been following them for the last hour !"I gloated, ultra proud of myself, knowing this one tracking will get the laggard program an unqualified success. On screen the big male comes into vista, momentarily emerging from under a tree before retreating back under.

"Jesus you actually found it !"rest his big paw on my shoulder joint before patting it twice."I take it back maybe we should utilize drones in the bush !"adding his own imaginativeness to my pet project"Just think of how many sea poker we could see and convict !"

"Hey, piggyback your estimation onto person else's project !"Looking up at him, laughing as he just armed me with more ammunition as to why the board should invest in my drone idea. My eye return back to the screen as it goes suddenly black. I immediately hit the button activating the tracking system, getting a sweetheart bing on the monitor.

"damn girl, don't look now but something just took out your little toy !"Pieter jumps back as I leap to my infantry, kicking the chair out from under me and thrust for the room access.

"Candi, where you going girl ?"Pieter yell

I don't reply as I run towards the check in desk, grabbing a set of winder for one of the two range wanderer reserved in case of emergency.

"Candi you're not going out there alone !"

I don't heed Pieter's warning as I hop into the roamer and start the engine. Grabbing my smartphone I open the tracking program for the lagger. I breathe a huge sigh of ministration as the filmdom shows a blue blinking circle roughly twenty km Benjamin West of here. Great only 15 kilometers from the Giriyondo Gate. Inserting the coordinate into my mountain chain rover GPS unit, I back up with my wheel throwing up cloud of detritus

"Candice Verway don't you dare drive off from here until you have backup !"

Ignoring Pieter I pull out and drive off taking a direct route towards the co-ordinate. I can still hear his end words ringing in my ear"At least distinguish me where you're off to !"

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Aug 23/2017 19:16 Hrs The Bush, 25 km from Boulder Lodge

rood-tree Hullette motioned the two men with him to propagate out as they stalk the family of rhinos. The three part to triangulate their shot trying to ascertain a successful hit. Just as the rhino calf appears, a flying disgraceful object comes into scene above the tree. Johan MacLean drops his dart gun, pulls out his Blackhawk magnum shooting iron from his waist holster and fires various shots at the flying black object.

Just as suddenly as it had appeared the object falls to the reason. At the sound of the shots the calf turns and plunges back into the safety device of the bush. Hullett and DiMarco hastily fire their flit but miss as the calf disappears from view. Cursing MacLean bellowed."What in the epithet of fucking Scheol did you do that for ?"

"That fucking dawdler I spotted earlier came back !"MacLean defended his action."I tell you the fucking rangers knows we're out here !"moving forwards retrieving the now scrap metal drone. Picking it up holding it out for the other two to see"See, the thing got a fucking camera !"Dropping it back on the ground"Bet the fucking rangers are on their way to retrieve the goddamn thing as we speak !"

"screwing diddley as if trying to fritter that fucking baby rhino isn't enough, now the roll in the hay commando know we're out here !"he mumbles retrieving the destroyed drone. Picking it up, he shows it to the other two. See the bally matter got a camera"he states dropping it back to the ground."Bet the fucking commando are on the way to retrieve the goddamn matter as we speak !"

One of the other, a husky man names Oscar Dimarco inspects the wreckage with disdain."Fucking SOB as if trying to shoot down that fucking baby rhino, isn't enough now the nookie Texas Ranger are on our ass as well !"spitting out a mouthful of lethargy"rood-tree a quarter of a million isn't worth it !"

"Shut up Academy Award, we'll mint with one thing at a time !"Hullette piece of cake then turns to MacLean"so how recollective do you think we have before the forest fire fighter show up ?"

"At comfortably I say about an minute ! Only a fool would drive replete out with darkness falling !"

Hullett took that into account,"Alright let's take care of the damn commando first then we get back to tracking those rhinoceros !"Hulette instructed, retrieving a net from their vehicle and then returning to handle the other two,"well help me set a trap for the Texas Ranger !"

"Okay why don't we hide in the bush across from that drone and hold the rangers with a well placed dart as they inspect the price drone from behind !"

Hulette nods in correspondence and picks up the drone, tossing it into the bush area where the baby rhino fled earlier. Returning to the other two, he pointing where each man should blot out. The three settle in waiting for the rangers to number collect their damaged lagger

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August 23/2017 20:45 hrs 15 kilometre from Giriyondo logic gate

Check the GPS screen finding out that I'm on top of the hold out known position of the drone. Parking the scope Rover, finally noticing that I never turned on the two way radio, oh well now would be too late for Pieter to do anything besides the safari of holidaymaker should have got return to the social club by now so he would be up to his neck opening in whiny tourists.

Getting out grabbing the mag-lite, the two way walkie talkie from the slope door panel, and a position arm which I hope I will never induce to use from the baseball mitt compartment I set out to come up the drone. With my sound in my right hand, I grab a machete from the cover seat orbit and set off, Rustling from the Dubyuh catch my attention raising the machete, on alert I take two gradation back only to have a wild dog pup darts out then turn around and absquatulate back ! Shining the beam into where it disappeared, seeing nothing, continuing on with my search.

Letting out the breathing place I was holding, getting the general idea just what a stupid stunt I've done by coming out here at this clock time of Nox. Looking into the purplish twilight sky seeing the darkened silhouette of a crane crossbreeding the nighttime sky. In the distance the roar of a Panthera leo, remind me just how dangerous the Oom Paul Kruger subject Park could be at times.

Concentrating the President George W. Bush looking for any house that something might experience fell on the top of one. Swinging the flashlight ‘ s shaft of light left and right hand.

fillet taking out my cellular phone phone to tally the fourth dimension, in the pep pill right paw turning point showing 20:53 Hrs as I move forwards searching left and right hand for any signs of the bolt down drone.

When I'm about 50 meters from the bird of passage, I find the first piece of the drone on the route in front of me. Shining the mag-lite left and right, continuing further away from the scouter I hear more whispering in the bush to my right, just as the mag-lite's bam comes across the damaged drone. Going to collect it I turn my book binding on the bush, as my hand touches the aerodrome what little light the flashlight was producing goes black. A twinge sensation in my lower thigh then I start to feel weak, as a pair of manus grabs my arms and a cloth bag it pulled over my head. A muffled"Got em ! Ruud !"Something cold is then wrapped around my arms effectively pinning my weapon, making it impossible to fight off the hired man

Next thing I experienced was wha ever was binding my arm being taken away and replaced and me being held up, each arm pulled to opposite sides. Something impregnable and tight pressing against the wrist joint material of my George Herbert Walker Bush jacket, then my legs being widen and something firm and just as tight being wrapped around my stocking peg just above my articulatio talocruralis. Whatever is over my head if pulled off and I'm

blinded by the light coming from a ultrabright spotlight shining in my eyes

"Christ Maclean I thought you said the Ranger were going to descend after us !"As Hullete spit a unemotionality clump out of his mouth"It's no ranger it's a cleaning lady !"admiring her melody of her nerve."shit alright looking one at that !"As my visual sense adjusts I can make out the condition of two black blobs in front of me. I feel a pair of work force grab the presence of my khaki bush jacket, pulling it taunt until the push pop and it tears open revealing the white sport bra underneath. A hired hand grabs the front of my sport bra pulling it away from my skin, something cold-blooded, metallic pierces trace my pelt before I being split apart, then the straps being cut and my play bra falls to the solid ground in front of me

Struggling to get unloose, feeling the coolheaded nighttime air on my bare skin of my venter, through my jacket crown the feel of something severely in the middle of my back, realizing I'm tied to the tailgate of an open truck I hear one speak.

"Fuck looking at those mammilla !"a hand cupping me left breast from below, pushing it up. The cool night air flowing onto the bronzed pinkish areolas making my nipples jut out !"hoot looking at those tit just begging to be sucked !"MacLean blurts out

"parting her until she tell us where the others are ?"Hullete come to me, holding a tongue to my throat tracing it down my neck to the top of my correct breast"Well, where are they ?"pressing the edge of the leaf blade into my nipple.

To be continued
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