Injecting rhino horns with indelible dyes will give consumers more than a bad hangover
AS I pulled up beside the black rhino, on a remote dirt track in Zimbabwe’s Hwange National Park, the animal did the one thing I feared most – it charged.
I planted my foot, coaxing all I could out of my old Land Rover, but the rhino was hell bent on catching me. As I told my wife to snap a picture she yelled back at me to drive faster; that wicked horn was nearly puncturing our back door.
The rhino galloped after us for 5km until we finally shook it off and reported, adrenalin still