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I think I posted a time back about the time we hit an elephant crossing the track when I was a fireman on the old Rhodesian Railways. We had to stop, and before you could say "what the hell was that" the African's in the coach behind the loco were out with knives and cut as much meat from the elephant as they could. Free meat in Africa was worth it's weight in gold. Not the sort of meat I would eat, unless I was starving. At least they cleared enough of the beast for us to carry on.
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The Old Git, Syd
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