The temperature rose and the sweat from the sun, frustration and fear poured forth. Impatient, I pushed Miragi harder, to little avail. I decided to move ahead of Miragi and Paul and try to flush the wounded bull. I caught sight of a dark shape and tried to crawl closer, but he crashed away. Furious, I gave chase and raced after him, determined to start shooting as soon as he gave me a chance. He broke out into the open, however, and outpaced me before veering back into the thicket. My eyes blurred with sweat as I ran full tilt after him into the brush. I tried to close in for the kill but the thorns ripped me to a standstill.