Lion Kill

Seconds after the POUNCE

(Andrew) Adrenaline pumped through my veins hearing the baboons’ alarm calls followed by zebras’. Many predators were the suspects of the crime; lions, a leopard and the rare chance of wild dogs. A lion was guilty of the noise. A single, solitary, hungry lioness was sulking around failing to catch prey. She had a big, raw wound on her backside. Her bloody gash made her pride kick her out until it healed. She was hunting alone, so she didn’t have much luck, her skinny powerful body looked even frail in her tired condition. Her small feline ears were darting around like scared fish. Her appearance looked grim and melancholy. While inside the car, I felt: surprised, joyful, and scared out of my mind. All of my senses were overwhelmed; I could smell the cool forest air, see a hungry lioness,leaves crunching and baboons barking, taste the dampness in the air and feel the emotions of the hungry, hurting, depressed, desperate lioness. The tension in the air was throbbing against my flesh. God must have pitied this killing machine because there was a snap and a female baboon and her kid fell out of a Mopane tree. I could feel the excitement level skyrocket. The lion did what all cats do best, POUNCE. Boy did that cat pounce. The baboon sucked in her complete terror and leapt into the nearest tree, a thorn tree. It all happened so quickly, the lioness’s cat-like reflexes acted up and she launched into the Camel Thorn Acacia. Hearing the surprised and painful cry of the baboon, I knew the train of her life had come to an end. The primate’s frantic pleas sent a pang of sadness through me. The lioness clamped on the unlucky baboon until it was still. A mournful silence crept into the air. I felt happy for the lioness but extremely bad for the now dead baboon. The lioness then dragged the corpse over to a thicket and began to chow down. Soon enough her face was soaked in baboon blood. We left the site after witnessing a lion kill.

We were so lucky.

The baboon wasn’t.

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5 Responses to “Lion Kill”

  1. RUSH OF SYMPATHY

  2. Survival & food is natures way. Last Sat in the early morning on the golf course (here in Dedham) we saw about 40 just hatched snapping turtles come out of a sand bunker and start their walk to the near by water. Groups behind us saw hawks circling above. My guess is very few snappers made it to safety.

    We love following your travels. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Hi Andrew,

    Wow! Your descriptions made me feel like I was there. What happened to the baboon kid? Did it survive?
    Does the pride kick out hurt members because they cannot help feed the pride or does their blood draw predators to the pride? I’ll have to do some research to learn about lions.

    Thanks for sharing that experience,
    Mrs. Chase

  4. Andrew, what an amazing account – I wonder where the lioness got that gash. and know what you mean…happy for the lioness; so sad for the baboon. Circle of life, I suppose.

    we miss you guys – kids all say hello! keep the stories coming

  5. Hi Andrew,
    I have been supposedly spending my career as a writer for more than 20 years now, but your writing, at age 10, leaves mine in the dust! Can you teach me some of your secrets when you return? Thank you for your vivid use of words, I can picture all of you in each exotic activity you describe. And please tell the othert 5 Explorers we are loving all of their input as well. You are all most impressive. Keep up the great work, and FUN!
    Fondly, Alessandra (one of your dad’s college freinds, wife of Jigger, and mom of Jake and Adam, who live in Marblehead, where you’ve bounced on a water trampoline before, but you were pretty small at the time).