Hunting with pygmies in the Central African Republic
I’d always been under the impression that when stalking animals, silence, caution and patience were virtues. So I was confounded to see my hunting party race around screaming, singing and generally having a right old jolly after laying nets through the undergrowth. It was only later that day that I found out that there was logic to the mayhem. The animals my hunting partners were after went to ground when scared; the animals they didn’t want to encounter – elephants, buffalo and gorillas – scattered at the first raised voice.