A: In Zambia, in 1981, my PH and I were chasing a large herd of Cape buffalo that were not in a good mood to begin with. They ran, and we ran, and then they stopped running, and there were all of them 10 yards or so away, facing us. I shot one, and they all galloped off in the opposite direction. Had they galloped at us—a real possibility—someone else would be writing this. I don't remember being scared, just hopeful that I would not be killed in the next few seconds.