Blondie was a real menace. He was always between us and the rest of the buffalo when we were on the ground, not at all impressed with our presence. Sneering defiantly and very obviously contemplating stomping us into a pulp. We all know this ain't chasing Cape buffalo along the Zambezi river but it ain't shooting cattle in a pasture either. These critters routinely make things interesting and most definitely do not like being hunted. It's part of the reason why we hunted in groups, not only because we are unapologetic voyeurs but also to stop a charge if necessary.