Volume 56, Number 17 · November 5, 2009
The Bad Lion
By Toni Bentley
We saw him on our first game drive. We had left the camp at about 4 PM and it was shortly after that. The vehicle stopped by a clearing between some small trees and Alfie, the ranger, said, 'Lion.' We couldn't see him.
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