This is the kind of story the men tell around the fire. There was an antelope capture team up in Ndumu, the park that straddles the border with Mozambique, one of the finest parks in Africa. As the nyala ran into the nets, one of the guys heard this snuffling noise, and turned and eyeballed a black rhino.
Black rhino are nasty, aggressive little bastards.
They're not very bright, and their skin doesn't fit very well, so they're always in a bad mood. The rhino charged, his horns caught our guy on his thigh, one horn on either side of his leg. He flew through the sky and landed on top of the ziziphus in a skydiving position. He looked like a blanket out to dry. The capture team bent the ziziphus to the ground, then cut him from the tree thorn by thorn.