I don’t enter many competitions and generally don’t win
anything, but, last year I was delighted to win a weekend away for two at the Addo
Elephant National Park. All I had to do
was post a picture of me that was taken at the Park, and the rest is history.
This weekend Suzi and I claimed our prize, which was a two
night stay at the Matyholweni Camp. The camp is set on the side of a hill in a
valley, where the only sounds to be heard were the songs of the birds and frogs
and crickets around us. What a pleasant change from the sounds of the city.
This turned out to be one of our most memorable trips to the Park ever.
It was almost as though a special show had been put on for us.
For the past four years we have been on the lookout for
lions and were beginning to believe they were a myth, but on our last trip we
did get to see two rather large males, which gave us hope. This time we had four
sightings of six lions during our two day stay.
The highlight was coming across these three young lions. Well
it did not seem like it at first.
After spending so much time looking for them I casually
remarked to Sue, “Lions are such boring animals; all they do is lie around doing
nothing.”
But Mother Nature must have heard me, for it was not a
minute later that an unsuspecting hartebeest came strolling down the hill for a
drink of water. When he was still a long way off the seemingly comatose large
male suddenly came alive and all the sat up fully alert. The three seemed to
have a quick confab.
The large male then he ran off into the bush to the left of
the waterhole and the female ran off to the right. The third fellow just made
himself comfortable and remained where he was. “Lazy bugger,” I thought.
It was only when the unsuspecting hartebeest arrived that I realised
I was witnessing the lions hunting strategy first hand. By this stage the young
male was crouching low ready to launch himself, at what he must have believed
was his dinner.
The hartebeest quickly realised his blunder and only had one
option open to him and that was to make good his escape through the field in
front of him – not realising there were two more lions lying in wait, for that
exact move.
When the lion launched himself, the hartebeest took off, as only a hartebeest with a lion in pursuit can take off. In a matter of seconds there was nothing to be seen as hey disappeared over the ridge and we were left wondering whether the poor creature had been caught or not.
A few minutes later we had the answer, as the three unsuccessful and disconsolate
hunters returned to the waterhole quite breathless.
They were soon stretched outagain, as only cats can, as though nothing had ever happened. Anyone who arrived after the hunt could be excused for thinking that butter would not melt in this fellow’s mouth.
