It's necessary to lay
the cameras down from time to time. It's especially necessary when you're
on the back of a Honda dirtbike in the remote Masai region of southern
It was our last day there. We'd seen rhinos,
giraffes, elephants, zebras, and herds of other wild animals. But we hadn't
seen what we wanted most to see: the lion. So we went out on dirtbikes,
scouring the African landscape for Mufasa. In the meantime we chased
herds of gazelle, wildebeest, and giraffe. As we rode right along with
them getting thick mud clods kicked up on us I realized: this was quite
possibly the coolest thing I'd ever done. However, when I see the scene
in The Lost World: Jurassic Park of the evil poachers chasing the
dinos, I think of us that day. We didn't exactly leave nature undisturbed.
Suddenly, there it was. About fifty yards away
- a female lion staring right at us. We oohhed and aahhed at her for a
few minutes and left to ride around some more. Later when we rode back
near that same spot, we saw her again. This time she turned around and walked
into some tall grass reeds. Then out came something I'll never forget.
It was the male. Adorned in his huge mane, he watched us, never looking
away. I think we were all a little uncomfortable realizing that we were
in the wild, not on some animal reserve. I truly felt like a huge T-bone
steak with my head on top.
After the missionary that we were with advised
us to slowly turn our bikes around and leave, we didn't argue.
Now that I'm back, I guess I see cats a little
differently. If you'd ever been lion bait, I bet you would too.