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It was one of the worst sights I’ve ever seen. We drove round a clump of mopani bushes, and there it lay: huge, shapeless, inert, with a disgusting mess of dried blood and raw, blackening flesh where the tusks had been hacked carelessly away. The hulk had begun to stink.
A battle for hearts and minds in ‘America’s Serengeti’