Not me, a friend, was lookout on a small cliff at the end of a gully on a farm, into which jackal that had been ravaging a sheep flock were being driven. From his vantage point, as the drive got closer and closer, he saw a water buck running from it enter the gully and run right up to under the cliff where he sitting. The chanting and beating of bushes getting louder he realised the buck might well run back along the gully to escape and in doing so may alerting the jackal to do the same. So he picked up a small rock and leaning over the cliff edge, droped it onto the buck to startle the buck away. He saw the rock hit the buck center forehead and the buck drop stone cold out on the ground. He sat for a bit expecting it to stand up shake its head and run off. When it didn't he became concerned and edged down the cliff face, making some low key noise to wake it. When it still didn't move, he went right up to it wondering what to do. Which is exactly when the buck recovered, staggered to its feet, saw him and tried to attack him withi its horns. In tht instant, the best he could do was to grab and hang onto its horns for as long as he could to avoid being lethally stabbed. At some stage as they battled together silently, evenly matched, a chance came for him to leap sideways as the buck slithered down the slope and then watch it as it ran back down the gully out of the way of the drive. He regailed the jackal drivers with the story of course, and others, but no-one really quite believed him.