A warthog story
It was the second day in a row that I photographed a prime specimen warthogboar, boasting a magnificent pair of curved tusks, the biggest I’ve seen in months.
It was only on this day after zooming in on one of my photographs that I notedsomething amiss. A snare, a flimsy cable snare probably set for a duiker or Impala, wastorn off its anchor by the brute strength of this animal and twined around its thick neck.The warthog was standing on a grassy verge next to a public road. Like a cry for help,returning to the same spot during the cool periods of the day, hoping to be released fromthe wire’s tightening grip.At that time I worked for a private anti-poaching unit in the Limpopo province. There wasa bit of a dilemma as how to handle the situation. A warthog is not endangered