I headed down to the Chiredzi River to find a huge herd of buffalo numbering 400 to 500 strong. They weren't too happy to hang around with me trailing. Standing like soldiers lined up in their ranks they were staring me down and testing the wind. The wind changed, they caught my scent and stampeded, thankfully in the other direction. How the little calves don't get trampled is a miracle. The buffalo took off into the dense brush leaving me with clouds of dust to contemplate.