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Here in Tassie, we have a lion breeding program at one of the wildlife parks where you can go and play with the cubs
It's an awesome experience.
Very different to the time in Kwazulu, when my brother-in-law yelled at me to STAY IN THE FUCKING SHOWER! THE LIONS HAVE COME TO DRINK YOUR WATER! when I was visiting the game park he runs![]()
People pay your brother-in-law to shoot lions?
Good Lord - NO! When he was there, he was actively helping change the attitudes of the farmers in the area toward conservation and tourism.
Quite successfully too, as it turns out.
So he convinces them that it's ok if the lions eat their cattle? It's overhead.
Come on, anne
Being deliberately stupid does nothing for you.... you're better than this.
Years ago my youngest daughter went on a long safari trip to Africa.
She borrowed one of my ancient 1970s Russian SLR cameras. Some of the other people on the trip thought her camera was weird. Everything had to be set manually and the lightmeter worked on available light. They had modern SLRs with multiple features.
But - two weeks into the safari, she was the one who was laughing. Their batteries ran out and there was nowhere to buy replacements. Her camera kept working because there were NO electrical features at all. The tour operators had a supply of batteries but they turned out to be useless - cooked by too much sun. There were a few disposable cameras that did work. My daughter kept clicking away, winding manually, setting the aperture and speed by hand.
They arrived at a reserve that was rearing orphaned lion cubs, some about the size of those in the link in the first post. They said they were used to people but when my daughter crouched down beside one, it tried to claw and bite.
She had a long lens attached to her camera. She hit the cub over the head with the lens. It shook its head, retracted its claws and staggered away looking dazed.
One of the other tourists said "How could you do that with a camera lens? My lens would have broken and it cost hundreds of dollars."
My daughter replied "My dad paid fifteen pounds for the lens. It weighs a ton but it was made for the Russian military, to be tossed in the back of a truck. If I break it? He can get another. But it's not even scratched. Neither am I."
The lion cub recovered within a few minutes but the reserve decided that perhaps that particular cub was getting too big to mix with paying customers.