Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we pulled into a small clearing and there he was right in front of us, sitting at the base of a small red bushwillow tree looking up at the remains of what we estimated to be a four-metre long African rock python. Its head was still intact, but its low-hanging tail had been devoured by, well, probably Tingana and everyone else that had found it there before him.
“You won’t believe it, but the other rangers say that a honey badger killed the snake and then dragged it into the tree. They saw him feeding here last night”, explained Morné. What we would have given to have been there!
Nature is full of surprises – even the industrious Tingana couldn’t pull the snake out of the tree. No matter how hard he tugged at the reptile’s thick, scaly body, it was wedged in so well that its lifeless head, which hung higher up in the canopy, hardly moved. His frustration was tangible. He paced up and down next to the tree, jerked on the snake’s body a few more times, and then the penny dropped – he’d have to go up to untangle the mess.