Tag Archives: African Lion Hunts

Flashback Friday – When the Hunters Become the Hunted

safari-cvr-may-june-2003Editor’s Note: On Fridays we reach back into the extensive Safari archives and dust off a gem from one of our past issues. This week, we tag along on a hunt in Africa for Cape buffalo and a very dangerous encounter with a trophy of a lifetime. This article first appeared in the May/June 2003 issue of Safari Magazine.

The black tip of a lion’s tail lashed above the tall, dry grass 20 yards ahead of me. I stood waiting for a chance to shoot. Nearby, to our left, the lion’s twin crouched, roaring repeatedly. Continue reading Flashback Friday – When the Hunters Become the Hunted

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Flashback Friday – Lion Encounter

SafariND1993coverEditor’s note: On Fridays we delve into the extensive Safari Club archives and dust off a gem from yesteryear. This week we join PH Dennis Blackbeard and his client on an exciting stalk for a beautiful Botswana lion. This article first appeared in the November/December 1993 issue of Safari Magazine.

Botswana is lion country. Sitting around a fire with good companions, swapping stories Continue reading Flashback Friday – Lion Encounter

Flashback Friday – Twin Terrors

flashbackfridayMayJune1993CoverEditor’s Note: On Friday we dig into the archives of Safari Magazine and unearth a gem. This week we join the hunt for a rogue black-maned lion, with a knack for terrorizing the countryside. This story originally appeared in the May/June 1993 issue of Safari Magazine.

The phone buzzed that funny European sound barely recognizable as the telephone. Wyatt Dawson was on the line from the states. He was already aware of my late arrival and missed Continue reading Flashback Friday – Twin Terrors

SCI Flashback Friday – Tracking an Obsession

Safari MagazineEditors Note: This story originally appeared in the November/December 1985 issue of Safari Magazine.

I lay on the cot, staring at the canvas of the tent’s roof. Moonlight filtered down through the leaves of the overhanging trees and in through the open tent flaps.

A hippo grunted, elephants trumpeted down on the river and a hyena sent its eerie call into the night. Then I heard the one sound I had been listening for – lions calling. The soft moaning call of lionesses drifted in on the night air. Then, the harsher sound of a much bigger lion pierced the air from just behind our camp. Another male called from farther away. Continue reading SCI Flashback Friday – Tracking an Obsession