“But I was just a passenger,” he protested, “and it was a very short flight.” “Our silence is going to cost you, big time.” “Does your wife allow you to go in a helicopter since your accident?” I said, nudging the boys for effect as he got out. I drove ahead to the boma with David, Jason and Dylan, while Andy flew in with Dave and Vere in the helicopter. It was a painful journey, slow and perilous, with rangers from the rescue team literally hanging on to the elephant as we crawled our way home.
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It looked so undignified.Īs they lowered him gently on to the vehicle’s open deck and settled him in, the driver quickly keyed the ignition and gingerly moved forward. This proud bull elephant was now hanging upside down, dangling dangerously from his feet. The crane straightened, took the weight and then winched him up high into the air. He bounced over rocks, he flattened shrubs, he was pulled over stumps, but there was nothing we could do but keep winching, cross our fingers and hope for the best.Īfter what seemed an age, we got him to the edge of the truck. Slowly, inch by inch, fraction by fraction, Gobisa was winched towards the flatbed truck. “This is the last one I can do,” he said. Gobisa lurched forward a couple of yards, then suddenly his tusk dug into the ground, his six-ton body pinned by a shaft of ivory.Īndy and David grabbed shovels and quickly and carefully dug the tusk free.ĭave, against all his instincts, reluctantly injected another sedative.
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