Hope has Horns in Mindoro - Words and Photos by Gregg Yan
I
am a bush. Heavily-camouflaged by a sniper's Ghillie Suit and betrayed
only by the scarlet glint of my field binoculars, I cautiously observe
our quarry, a herd of tamaraw, emerging from a billowing field of cogon,
not 50 metres away.
"We're within charging distance," warns
our eagle-eyed tracker, Edgardo Flores. While hot, heavy and
earthen-smelling, my leafy Ghillie Suit fools no one, as the buffalo
herd stares right at us. Should they attack, Plan A was to scramble up
the nearest tree. Plan B was well ... we hoped Plan A would do.
Guided
by spotters atop nearby Magawang Mountain, we took 30 minutes to
approach this herd. Sloth-like, I exchange the binoculars for a
telephoto, framing three buffalo forming a skirmish line, preparing to
charge. As I click they bolt off, bounding back to the brush with more
grace than any carabao can dream of.
Continued: http://www.wildlifeextra.com/go/news/Philippines-dwarf-buffalo.html#cr
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