While normal hunters are gunning <br />causing deer to shiver, <br />with his naked skin sweating while he is running <br />with his reliable bow and quiver <br />the Bushman tracker follows a spoor from early light <br />as a master of his art on the extended plain <br />and even into the dark night <br />sometimes right through rain <br />in slow progress with lengthening strides <br />he avoids sight, smell and sense <br />runs past where the horizon divides <br />land and sky and hunts in sheer competence: <br />and with time he will run the whole world down, <br />make any animal, man, even kings his own.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bushman-3/
