200m? I wish! It was about 100km. But, about a month ago, I was walking the dog along the cycle track that goes from town to the base, and not far past All Seasons (so, quite close to Casuarina Street Primary School, really) we found fresh bull buffalo dung on the path. That would've been under two kilometres as the crow flies from my house. But that sort of thing is pretty rare. It's been ten years since I killed my first buffalo, and I've only killed twenty-three (or is it twenty-four?) myself in total. So it is a rare-enough thing for me. The dream I keep chasing is access to a steady supply of buffalo!