If I was a theatrical Hollywood producer...
At the sound of the shot, the Buff skids nose first, in a swirling cloud of dust, to the very feet of our hero. In a breathtaking, "pregnant pause", the hero turns his dust streaked, sunglassed face to his PH as the sweat streaks reflect the crimson setting sun... He raises one foot and places it on the forhead of the Buff as it renders its final sigh, and little puffs of dust jet out of the beasts nostrils and swirl around our hero's legs... And in deep, serious, echoing tones he utters; "I AM the BOVINATOR!" (Of course in an Austrian accent)...
It was more like him peeling off to take one of the trackers at the last second, and doing a somersault into the reeds and standing on his head instead of skidding, and water squirting instead of dust flying but otherwise pretty much the same thing. I might have said "I'll be back" or something cool if I'd have thought of it.




















































