Told a short story in the SOGA group (Society of Gentleman Adventurers) and thought to also record it here.

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The sound of lions roaring at night is exciting and can be spine tingling, especially when one is in an open camp, unarmed and no guns, the vehicle has left to go on an errand and there are not even any tents. Especially spine tingling when a male lion circles your camp, just outside of the firelight, grunting with each step of his left paw, which had been injured. He was said to be a ... "bad" lion.

We were in the Mara and were guarded, by a Maasai warrior with a spear! Not much use against a lion one might question? But he had killed a lion with it before protecting his village. - I asked him, "How close have you got to a lion?" and he replied with his deep sonorous voice "This close." pointing to the tip of his spear. Cool stuff

The pride had killed a gnu on a hillside above us, less than 500 yards away and was busy devouring it, squabbling and fighting over it, snarling and lustfully roaring.

Actually the same Maasai also made the following memorable quotation. Standing with the firelight behind him lighting his back, standing straight and upright, he said, pointing to the hill where the pride were roaring - - - "SIMBA SINGS!"

Ha ha, very fitting for the Bram Stoker quotation I used above - "what music they make, these children of the night!"