One of my bestest mates phoned me last Friday to check on things for Sunday - our hunts 1st drive.
He told me it was nearly his funeral as last weekend he was in the scrub with the hounds holding a boar, he got stung 8 times by hornets, he panicked (tell you why in a minute) and headed to the road and flagged down the 1st car, and told the driver to take him straight to hospital, by the time he got to hospital he had stopped breathing.
I first met him out digging in 2004, early in the big game season I was with him following hounds when he disturbed hornets, he took 14 stings mostly on t