You see, it's not all bad, especially when the 'animal' concerned is the likes of Mr. Mark Bristow, CEO of the 'yuuuuuuuuuuuuge' mining conglomerate, Randgold. Here he is in his, er, prime:
What a big, brave boy he is, armed only with, well, a high powered rifle, actually, and all alone in the bush, er, bar the gang of well-armed guides and trackers around him, taking on an elephant which was probably wandering around minding its own business. Of course, the elephant was probably worth its weight in gold given the size of those tusks - not that Mr. Bristow is avaricious given that he probably owns several gold mines!
I am now going to indulge in some wishful thinking but wouldn't it be a wonderful idea for a TV series, perhaps hosted by 'St.' David Attenborough, in which Mr. Bristow would be set loose in an African game park armed only with a Swiss army knife pursued by several of his big, brave fellow killers hunters? Much more exciting than some of the so-called thriller tripe we see on TV.
If my tale so far has failed to have you throwing up in your toilet bowls then stand by for another fact concerning Mr. Bristow, as reported by the Daily Telegraph, that last year he was appointed to the board of a conservation charity dedicated to the preservation of wild cats . . . oh my God, the stench of humbug is overpowering . . .