If he were blindfolded, then hauled to this spot and dumped, not even a crusty world traveler could have pointed to it on a globe. In every direction, dry, treeless land led to a sharp horizon. Sub-Saharan Africa? Inner Mongolia? The Australian Outback? Nothing in view made a strong case for any one answer.
Long minutes ticked by. Then, with the sun creeping into view came a clue: an animal on the horizon. Training my SIG Sauer binoculars on it literally brought everything into focus. This couldn’t have been Africa, Asia or Australia . . . the animal was a