Day 2 continued.....
After dropping the bull off at the skinning shed, we headed back up to the lodge to check in with Eliot and Cathy. The plan for the rest of the afternoon was to visit the lion enclosures.
Along with Bennie’s hunting operation, he also has a lion breeding business he is conducting on the property. He currently has about ten, ten acre enclosures that are electrified, that are holding various aged breeding and non-breeding lions. About a third of his lions are the “white” variety and the rest are of the common coloration. The enclosures are at the bottom of the hill below the lodge, so it was common to be serenaded to sleep each night and also to awake to the sounds of the males proclaiming their superiority over each other. I loved it. What a reminder that we were in “Freaking Africa” once again!
"Theodore" on of Bennie's breeders, and he's only 4 1/2 yrs old!
One of two brothers "Cane" and "Abel". Not breeding age yet. This one had a pretty nasty attitude.
These lions are raised as a business. Their upkeep alone is substantial, not to mention the initial investment need to build the secure enclosures. Regardless of what you or I think of this business, I came away with a different perspective. With the disappearance of more and more “wild Africa” due to human encroachment, the lion is fighting a losing battle. This will not change. At least, with a hunting value, the species will remain strong with the breeding taking place today. These are truly magnificent creatures. If you think that “ranch raised” lion are domesticated, you would be wrong. Thousands of years of instinct are evident in each and every one I witnessed. Even with the two five month old cubs kept at the lodge. (We actually, wrestled with them in the yard.) At five months old their instincts to attack from the rear were strong.
I am no lion expert on any level, but I have been around lions in the wild in Zim (and close). I have also been around them in parks (along with numerous other vehicles) and now in the breeding enclosures. I see a big difference with three different behaviors. The wild lions would just as soon not interact at all with any humans. Their first reaction is to disappear unless food or young are involved. The park lions are so de-synthesized to humans and vehicles I’m not sure how they would react to being hunted. The surprise to me was the reaction of some of these “raised lions”. Most, especially the males, showed very aggressive behavior to us. Not all, but most. Bennie had one 4yr old white lion male named “Sky” that would send chills down your spine as he mock charged the fence. Eventually, he will reach a non-breeding age and be sold to be hunted. Whoever has this privilege will be in for a nerve racking hunt for sure.
Bottom line, regardless of your views of a “released lion” hunt, I gained a lot respect for the PH’s that conduct these hunts. These cats have lost their fear of humans and will definitely make things interesting when hunted on foot. The decision on how and where to hunt lion is a highly personal and spiritual matter. After this trip, I do have a better understanding, regardless of what choice I may or may not make in the future.
Needless to say Eliot and Cathy were blown away by spending time observing the lions in their enclosures even though Sky made Cathy and Sandy so nervous they got back in the vehicles!
Hunting Day 3 (Tuesday)
Today was to be “Duiker Day!” The night before Bennie and I made a plan to get up a little earlier and head over to another concession that a friend of his has. This concession has Rhino, and Buffalo so we set it up for Sandy, Eliot and Cathy to come over at noon and we would do a game drive so they could experience two of the “Big Five”. I was pretty pumped at going after the Duiker so I beat everyone up that morning and had coffee going by 4:30am. We were on the road by 6:30am heading to the other concession.
The Orange River also cut through this concession so the plan was to slowly work our way through the thick brush that lined its bank with the hope to catch a good Duiker in an open spot. The morning was especially cold this morning right at daylight due to a front that had moved through overnight. With the front came a little rain which was a blessing as it dampened the leaves covering the ground and made our stalking silent. Slowly in single file we would walk five yards then stop and glass and listen. Bennie in the lead, then me, Jacques and David. It was slow going but the sign was there. We bumped one male that offered a shot after about an hour into the stalk. We finally could see horns but Bennie thought we could do better so we moved on. Two hours further, we started having second thoughts about passing on that ram. Suddenly to our left, brush started cracking as something caught our wind and was vacating the area. Thru a gap in the brush a bush pig zipped by sounding like a freight train. Bennie and Jacques were speechless as bush pigs are not known to be in this area and this is the first they have ever seen there. Within a minute or two, more sound came from the direction the bush pig excited thru. As we probed the brush a male Duiker came out into an opening about fifty yards away. No doubt the bush pig had run him out as he made his escape. One quick look with the binoculars and Bennie setup the sticks and whispered “Take him”. A quick shot thru the boiler room dropped him as he was sneaking away. Everyone knew the importance of a Duiker to me and that this was my “nemesis” animal so whooping, hollering and high fives were the order of the day! What a relief this was. I was really starting to believe that I was cursed or something. As we approached him we really realized just how good of a Duiker he was. I had my alone time with him to thank God for allowing me this opportunity and give thanks to the Duiker. Emotional moment for all of us. Bennie, Jacques and I headed out of the river bottom while David went the two miles back to the truck to come and get us. The timing was perfect as once we dropped David off at the skinning shed with the Duiker, Eban called and he, Eliot, Cathy and Sandy were at the gate to enter the concession.
My Common Duiker 4 9/16"
We spent the next few hours driving around and showing Eliot and Cathy, Buffalo, White Rhino, Nyala, Impala, Kudu, etc.. You guessed it….”Freaking Africa” term was used a lot by Eliot. He was having a ball!