Who goes there?

Last night as I was asleep Jeff nudged me on my shoulder to wake me up. “There are buffaloes outside our tent.” We could hear them breath and eat the grass as they moved between the rows of tents. It was quite unnerving waiting for them to pass in front of our tent. It was like a scary movie… then you see this huge silhouette go by. Clank! The horn hit the tent post as it walked past and the tent shook. Whoa..
At breakfast the talk was all about the buffaloes. Apparently one of the buffaloes had pierced a tent with its horn. Talk about a close encounter!