Much to my surprise, the calf proved itself to have a character made of steel. Initially I did not give it long in the rapidly cooling evening air, stuck alone with the unforgiving mud of Lake Ndutu sucking at its hooves and a fearsome predator waiting on the shore. To our surprise the calf stayed strong. Head held high and against all odds it refused to give in, standing tall in an unforgiving land, never giving in to the mud, wet cold or fear. Eventually, fooled by the cover of dark and the cunningness of the patient predator the brave soldier met its inevitable fate as it tried to quietly escape the waters unaware of the ever watchful eye of the stealthy killer. The end was swift and as the french say "Belle Mort"... a good death.