When you live in Kruger you go through an unofficial “Kruger boot camp.” You get told all kinds of valuable information by locals, which might come in handy when encountering animals. Sort of like a Kruger 101.
For instance, to never get in the way between a hippo and the water.
Or if you get attacked by a croc, try to poke it in the eye.
If a lion charges towards you, try to stand still and do not run.
The list goes on and on and I can keep you busy for a while with these.
I can write an entire chapter on elephants alone.
Here are a few rules relating to elephants charging while you are in a car:
Rule #1 (the most important rule)
DO NOT REVERSE, DO NOT BACK UP – the elephant will know that you are intimidated by it. In most cases it is only a mock charge and it will stop if it sees you are not afraid of it.
In the case of an elephant charging towards your car, try to rev the car – the sound may intimidate it.
If rule number 2 does not work, roll down your window and tap on the roof of you vehicle – this sound may also scare the elephant.
If none of the above work – pray to the gods and hope you live to tell the tale.
With this information in mind, picture the next chapter of my untold tales:
It was a sunny day in Kruger and my dad was out working. On this day he was on his way to work in the field again.
He had two men with him to help him with the workload. They were driving in a trusty single cab bakkie that belonged to the park. The bakkie had a canopy at the back. One of the men was sitting on the back of the bakkie and the other was with my dad in front.
They were driving on the road between Satara and Skukuza. As they were passing Tshokwane, a picnic spot in Kruger, they saw a few cars and a huge tour bus at a complete standstill. As they approached the tour bus indicated to my dad that he should pass it.
My dad took the opportunity and passed the immobile cars and bus full of tourists, not noticing the concerned looked on their faces.
Just when my dad and his colleagues passed the bushveld traffic jam, the reason became clear why these vehicles were at a standstill. A few meters away from them, in the middle of the road, was a humongous elephant bull all by himself.
My dad did not realise that this fella was in must.
Must is a period condition in elephant bulls (usually over 15 -20 years old) when their testosterone levels are much higher and are usually accompanied and characterised by highly aggressive behaviour and large rise in reproductive hormones. This period usually lasts about a month. The first sign to know if an elephant is in must is to look at the side of their head where their temporal ducts are located. Here one might find a thick tar-like discharge called temporin.
This was also the reason why the other vehicles kept their distance because the elephant was in a very bad mood.
However, my dad had to pass him to tend to his work to ensure he gets back to Satara in time, so he approached with caution, thinking he might sneak past it after it crossed the road.
But Mr. Elephant was livid. He had no time for any cocky tourists or park employees. And seeing the small bakkie approaching just rubbed him the wrong way.
This is when he lost it completely and started to charge.
My dad, being about 60 meters (197 ft) away, came to a halt.
Rule #1 Do not reverse, do not back up popped into my father’s head.
But this fella came a-running. Not looking as if he is going to stop anytime soon.
My dad moved to Rule #2. Putting the car in neutral, stepping on the clutch and increasing the engine speed by stepping on the accelerator – on and off, making the car roar with high revs.
This also did not stop the big guy, still coming at them.
The distance becoming shorter between the bakkie and the elephant.
My dad rolled down his window and banged on the roof of the bakkie and still the elephant kept charging.
My dad was thinking that there was a flaw in what he was taught in Kruger 101, disregarding all the rules. My dad was about to break the most important rule. My dad was about to reverse
cue the dramatic music
But before he could do this, the irritated elephant reached them. My dad was concentrating on what was about to happen next.
The elephant now took his trunk and wrapped it around the bulbar of the bakkie shaking the small truck with all his might.
Immediately my dad started to apply rule #4 – praying to the gods above.
My dad, being concerned about his colleagues, looked in his rear-view mirror to see what the oak at the back was doing in this situation. However, my dad could not see him because he was lying as flat as possible on the bottom of the bakkie’s floor.
The elephant was still shaking the bakkie like a Polaroid picture. (Heeeeey yaaaa!)
My dad now turning his attention to the chap next to him to see how he was doing.
To my dad, it was clear that he reverted to rule #4 a long time ago, because all he could see was the white of the poor man’s eyes, while he was apparently praying in a loud African language which my father did not understand.
The agitated elephant kept at it.
The next thing my father saw in his side mirrors made him smile.
While this near-death experience for him and his two colleagues was taking place, the gigantic tour bus he passed earlier, had tourists leaning out of the window by the dozens, taking pictures and making home videos of what they saw. To them, it was something they would cherish forever and tell their loved ones.
The elephant now felt like he made his point. He let go of the bulbar and of he went into the veld. As if nothing has happened.
My dad’s last thought while watching the elephant disappear into the bushes “Easy mate, if you keep up that temper, you would forever be alone.”