The one morning when the Hadzabe tried to hunt in a planful way, we woke up at 4.30am to accompany them to a hunting blind near a baobab tree, reaching it before the sun rose. Despite sitting patiently inside the blind for a couple of hours, we returned to camp empty-handed after an arrow narrowly missed a dik dik. The Hadzabe were more philosophical about it than us, laughing all the way back to camp after their fruitless morning.
We also accompany them on their gathering expeditions, sounding out the apparently barren ground to identify the presence of tubers – fibrous starchy roots which they also eat on the spot.
