My dad came back from Namibia a few years ago. He said that while they were hunting kudu - they were closing in on a good kudu, when suddenly he felt the bushman trackers hand vigorously pulling him backwards. He then grabbed a rock and threw it. He then ran up and drove his stick into the ground. This apparently happened very fast so he had no idea what was going on. My dad said he did with it complete hatred or disgust and seemed to go on longer than needed just make sure. It turned out to be a cobra of some kind. My dad was quite interested and wanted to look and maybe skin it, but the tracker obviously wanted to get out of the area asap. They got the kudu too.
Karamoja