"The sound came like faint thunder or distant artillery, and the first time was felt more than heard. It came again, and I tried to fix the location. It was a long ways off, perhaps toward our bait, and it was unmistakable. I listened as long as I could but finally gave in to the jet lag and fell into a sound and dreamless sleep, untroubled by phantom sable or charging leopards...

That evening as I drifted off to sleep, the lions roared."

From Mount Kenya to the Cape by Craig Boddington
describing his first evening in camp along the Kafue Plateau in Zambia.

"The terrorist war had become particularly ugly in the last year or so. The end was in sight, and each side jockeying for last-minute postioning. The planes had been shot down over Kariba and the survivors butchered, and I'd be lying if I said that wasn't on my mind when Sharon and I climbed into the Air Rhodesia Viscount for the short flight from Johannesburg to Bulawayo. The plane was painted flat, nonreflective gray, and our pretty seatmate was kind enough to point out that the paint help confuse heat-seeking S.A.M. missles, a most comforting thought. She also prepared us for a very fast descent without lights, but she was good enough to offer us a ride to Bulawayo-which was gratefully accepted."

"...Barrie [Duckworth] came by at midmorning, quickly took charge, and we were off to southeast Zimbabwe, the lowveld country. The only problem was Air Rhodesia's refusal to check Barrie's fragmentation grenades. His 7.62mm F.N. and loaded magazines were no problem, but they drew the line at the grenades, much to Duckworth's dismay."

From Mount Kenya to the Cape by Craig Boddington
describing his arrival to Zimbabwe "On the Sabi River"

And what youg, intelligent fella is visiting Africa this fall?

Dan "only jealous" K.

And what youg, intelligent fella is visiting Africa this fall?

Dan "only jealous" K.
I don't know a "young" or "intelligent" fella that is going to Africa this fall. At midlife, or there abouts, I suppose I could be considered "young" by folks like kdub :D , but I don't think anyone has ever accused me of being intelligent. :mad:

We sincerely wish you success in your African endeavors -

However, in the unlikely event of an untoward incident, will you be so kind as to prepare a bequeathment listing prior to your departure in which you assign your various firearm collections to board members.

We will use them with respect in your honor at each firing session.

Thank you in advance for your consideration.

Having a lion roar "close" to you is an experience that will stay with you for a long time.
Once, on a trail through the Umfolozi. we heard lions roaring at night.. the next morning we set of to find them - they were 5 miles away and had killed a buffalo during the night. The sound travels real far, especially when the males call when lying down.
At a distance of 100 yards, its an assault on your whole body, not just your ears.
Talk about goosebumps! The best conversation stopper I know of..

We sincerely wish you success in your African endeavors -

However, in the unlikely event of an untoward incident, will you be so kind as to prepare a bequeathment listing prior to your departure in which you assign your various firearm collections to board members.

We will use them with respect in your honor at each firing session.

Thank you in advance for your consideration.
Just which one of you will shoot the 500 Jeffery and 500 Linebaugh? Ain't bequeathing them if they ain't gonna be shot with full house loads.

Just which one of you will shoot the 500 Jeffery and 500 Linebaugh? Ain't bequeathing them if they ain't gonna be shot with full house loads.

500 Jeffery doesn't sound like old man stuff to me, but I'd sure promise the full load Linebaugh usage.....off hand, suspect bench might not get a lot of use.

Dan

I'll shoot just about anything - ONCE! :p

Having a lion roar "close" to you is an experience that will stay with you for a long time.
Once, on a trail through the Umfolozi. we heard lions roaring at night.. the next morning we set of to find them - they were 5 miles away and had killed a buffalo during the night. The sound travels real far, especially when the males call when lying down.
At a distance of 100 yards, its an assault on your whole body, not just your ears.
Talk about goosebumps! The best conversation stopper I know of..


On my first night in camp in the Chirisa safari district in Zimbabwe, I sat with the PH after dinner in a couple of camp chairs looking out across this area of blackness -but which I was sure was a valley. (The camp was was on a slight hill) I already had gone for a "walk" that afternoon and had even seen buff up (which I was after). All of a sudden this rumbling wave of sound came. I would have sworn in any court of law that it actually touched my face. I turned to the PH; Was that a lion? He nodded. Then he asked me to guess where I thought he was. I said "In my lap!" He said the lion was about 400 yards away. That was my first introduction to a lion giving out the territorial roar.