@Mungo
This post requires it's very own thread - with full details, and as much imagery as you have...
I’ll see if I can dig out the pictures.
Short version: I was doing research on birds, in the Kalahari, on a private game reserve up near the Botswana border. There was a full grown eland bull in the area, who had been hand raised as a calf, so had no fear of people (eland are usually quite shy). It was the breeding season, the the cows were in oestrus. Something about being hand reared meant that he was getting nowhere with them, and was clearly very frustrated.
First thing I knew about it, I heard that horrible clicking sound they make with their knees, and he was coming out of the scrub about 30m behind me, horns lowered. He picked up speed and came for me. I turned and ran, but there was no way I was outrunning that. He hit me from behind, one horn went through my left calf, and the other picked me up by the crotch. Flipped me clean over in the air. I crashed to the ground, and lay flat. He was thrashing the vegetation in front of me, horns scything back and forth and getting closer. I lay face down the sand, and had a moment of pure clarity: this is how I die.
Fortunately, my radio had been flung sideways and was lying on the ground about 3m away. Someone else started having a conversation, and the noise attracted the eland, who set about trying to destroy it. I lay there in the heat, slowly becoming aware that something was quite wrong with my leg. Very slowly patted myself down, until my hand slipped right into the hole in my leg. Nearly vomited. And then started to feel the pain. Lay there for what seemed like an hour trying to work out what to do. Eventually, the eland moved off far enough for me to crawl forward, get the radio and call for help.
The very Afrikaans doctor who stitched me up dryly commented 'you're very lucky you know, boet. People don't usually walk away from eland'.
While we were in town, a radio call came in. 'You need to buy a new freezer - a big one. There's 400kg of meat'.
I was handed the first steak off the bbq that evening. Off my face on painkillers, it was one of the best I've ever had.