Mine is at a place called Bahmbata's Krall near Greytown in Zulu Land. One late afternoon my P.H. and I were hunting Bush Buck high on a hillside overlooking a dry river bed. The indigineous flora surrounded us as we basked in the red glow of the late day sun, and there wasn't even a hint of a breeze. Suddenly, off in the distance, a Jackel started calling, then another, then another, until there were at least a dozen of them singing out. This went on for a good 3 or 4 minutes, and then, and suddenly as it started, the concert was over. What a magical time that was!