Well, we just got back from our big donkey hunt. We ducked down into the speargrass just in time to avoid being seen by four donkeys who were coming toward us. They passed 30 metres away, and I could've shot, but wanted my mate, Dave, to have a go. He shot underneath, and they spooked away. Later, we found a lone donkey, and plotted a good course to intercept him, and he would've come right past, but when he was 40 metres away, I felt the wind hit the back of my neck, and the donkey hit the wall and circled way-out wide, snorting and carrying-on. It was a good morning, with two close encounters.