A game drive usually has its own dynamics. We take our positions, load our guns, wait for the signal for the beaters to move, we start to hear their calls, dogs barking. They are getting closer, the temperature rises, but with time it begins to drop again – the sounds become more and more distant, everything gets quiet again, finally a signal – the end of the drive. The thing is – it does not always go this way.
I remember years ago, I got to a distant position on the flank of the drive. I leaned the gun against a tree and took the backpack off my back. I took out my hunting trumpet and played "go beat"! Immediately from under a spruce, not more than 10 meters from me, a cloud of snow rose and a boar jumped out from under the branches. I wasn't prepared, the gun next to my stand wasn't even loaded.
The old boar knows all the tricks. It will let the beaters pass. It will check the wind carefully. It will listen to the sounds. And it will go in the direction we least expect. And this will often happen just when everyone thinks the drive is over.