A pride of lions roaring and scwabbling over a a kill is very impressive. Especially when it is only about 500 metres away in the dark. This was in the Maasai Mara in 1988 and we had been "delivered" to our camp but the vehicles had left to get the gear. Vehicle breakdowns had resulted in a 'ferrying service'. But no tents and no vehicles at the time. We had a single Maasai moran with a big broad bladed spear as a guard. No firearms.

A big male lion circled our camp from the opposite direction on his way to join the feast just outside of firelight and he grunted with each step of his left paw. The staff 'knew' him from his sound and his injured leg and said he was a "bad lion". He had treed one of them for most of a day once when first setting up the camp site.

The Massai Moran spoke of the feasting lions, pointing in their direction -

"Simba Sings"

All very dramatic and entertaining. Some of the women were very afraid.