Day 24: I gave my porter a break so I could watch the herd across the river. Most of them had moved to the tall rushes, where their uniforms camouflaged them. From their skittish chatter, I could tell they sensed my presence. It was a waiting game now, and I played it better than any hunter alive.
Photograph by Art Verduzco, scoped out by the ever-reliable Marilyn T. and Susan W., as seen on the Daily Dozen National Geographic.