It was just after we stopped for coffee and a leg stretch, I saw in the grass on a collapsed termite mound a fairly large snouted cobra standing hood open and staring into the grass. We waited for a minute or so to see what was bothering it. Then all of a sudden, bursting out though the grass was a solitary slender mongoose lunging at the cobra back and forth and the cobra striking back at the mongoose, this game of chicken lasted forty-five minutes. In the end it seemed like both cobra and mongoose came to an understanding. Both going their separate ways and live to fight another day.

Story by: Rob Brouard- River Lodge Ranger