In the still waters of a pool, illuminated by the few rays of light able to penetrate the lush vegetation, something moves. First the eyebrow arch, then the dark, thick dorsal skin appear above the surface. It is a herd of hippos. Their raucous, guttural grunts suddenly breaks through the silence. In the distance, a large crocodile slowly slips away. “Big Game Hunting Diaries” chronicles an unusual day of hunting, an apparently peaceful oasis of green in the midst of the savannah and the dangerous recovery of a trophy from the dark, insidious waters of a very dangerous lake.