finally the sun is drawing down and its cooling.
Im approaching a nice swamp with good reeds on its edge, the wind has settled for the first time all day and its holding a steady course. As i make my way around the side i see the black shape my eye's have been straining for all day, looks like a good Boar.
He's pushing his wet black nose an inch under the mud on the edge of the reeds, nuzzling and poking around for a tasty morsel. I waist no time, i slip my worn tennis shoes off and start to cut across between big ant mounds, i risk the sideways movement to get into the right position, concealed by a big ant mound i close in ahead of him putting me 20m from the edge of the reeds.