I’ve been putting this off for too long…so here it is. The story of the hunting lions in the Kalahari. Fasten your seatbelts – Date: 29 November 2012 – Location:Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park – It was a morning much like any other morning in the Kalahari. Yet it would turn out to be a morning so unlike any other morning in the Kalahari. Sure, this happens all the time…but rarely does it happen in a setting like this, in light like this and at close range like this…it all came together.
Let me start at the beginning…because there are a few key elements to the story which highlights why it all came together so nicely. We had stayed in Twee Rivieren (the main rest camp at the entrance to the Park) for the first 2 nights of our week-long stay, and had been blessed with very good sightings of Lion, Caracal and African Wild Cat. We then headed up the Auob river to stay in Mata-Mata for what should have been 4 nights before we had to return to Twee Rivieren for another 2 nights…but after 2 days we decided to swop out our nights there to return to Twee Rivieren earlier. Why? The Auob river was bone dry. Actually, drier than bone dry. There was very little activity up that way, and we felt our chances for good sightings would be better in the south…and boy would we be glad we returned when we did!
We arrived in Twee Rivieren on the afternoon of the 28th of November, and after doing a short afternoon drive up the Nossob river towards the Leeuwdril waterhole we came across a pride of 5 lions resting under a tree…3 females and 2 males. They were being generally lazy and besides moving up to the dune for sunset, didn’t do much at all before we had to leave to make the camp gate closing time.
My friend Hendri Venter was also at the sighting, though he was camping at Rooiputs, a camp further up the Nossob from this spot. We actually expressed the hope that they would move south towards the Samevloeiing waterhole and make a kill there during the night. Samevloeiing is a waterhole at the confluence of the dry Auob and Nossob riverbeds, and is about 3km from Twee Rivieren. This spot where we saw the pride that afternoon was about 8km from Twee Rivieren along the Nossob riverbed.
Anyhow – it was evening and it was morning…we got up at the crack of dawn and rushed to get everything ready for our short morning drive. I was on holiday in the Kgalagadi with my wife, our nearly-2-year-old daughter and our 4-month old son…so our drives were never too long – just enough for me to get some photos in that glorious Kalahari light, before we usually returned to camp to swim, rest and play with the kids. Just as we were about to leave, I saw legendary Kalahari pro photographer and coffee-table book producer Hannes Lochner driving past us towards the gate. I jokingly told him that he needs to go round up the animals for us…
We were all packed and shot out of the gate – first of all the residents of Twee Rivieren – no mean feat considering we had to bundle 2 young kids and their packages of toys and blankets into the vehicle…
We drove out towards Samevloeiing…and boy were we in for a treat. I noticed Hannes’ Land Rover parked right across the waterhole. As we drove up beside him, he showed me the pride lying on the open plains across from the waterhole…
…one of the males was also lying down a little further away…with a Black-backed Jackal for company…
At first I thought it was strange that Hannes had parked so far from where the pride was lying…and then I saw this lioness right on my 3 o’clock!
What’s more, I saw two measly-looking young Eland antelopes a little further to my right…
At this point I just knew we were in for something special – whether they make the kill or not – just SEEING this unfold in front of us was a bucket-list experience for me…if things go well we could possibly watch lions plan a kill, stalk and execute it and feed all in the space of one morning!
It was slightly overcast on the horizon, so we had nice soft light with a hint of dawn colours – I had to push the ISO on my cameras a bit though! Luckily my Nikon D3s and D800 can handle low light photography very well.
Slowly the antelopes started walking towards the road (where we were parked, obviously), not noticing the stalking lioness. Now they had caught the attention of the other lions…
They moved ever closer to us, and to the waiting lions…by this time I was thinking the hunt would not happen. Surely on an open plain like this, with nothing to hide behind, the Lions would be seen by the Eland and they would run away before the Lions could get close enough?
Ever closer they came…I saw the opportunity for some unique photos and braced myself to get the timing just right. Shallow depth-of-field, check!
As the two antelopes walked STILL closer to the lions without even blinking…I saw a chance for a split-second photo…
I turn my camera to portrait mode to try and capture something of the lovely dawn sky in the background…pre-focusing on the lioness I waited for the exact moment…
CLICK-CLICK-CLICK
I fire three shots off.
I just HAD to look at the viewfinder to see if I nailed it.
I did. Look at this…
I firmly believe a good photo needs no description, no explanation, it will tell the viewer the entire story, and if possible leave the viewer with more questions. This photo does that – and I view it as one of the best I have captured in my brief photographic career. I also included this photo in my “best of 2012” collection posted hereon the blog.
But doing a quick review of the image at this moment was a rookie mistake. Yes, I make rookie mistakes frequently, especially when I highly anticipate getting a specific shot. Ouch. At the moment I review my shot – the chase starts!! I quickly turn my camera around to landscape orientation and start tracking the running lioness…locking focus quickly and capturing a lovely sequence of running images…
My rookie mistake had cost me the “takeoff” or “launch” of the lioness…but there’s no use in crying over spilt milk.There’s just something about a lion at full speed. I’ve captured photos of cheetahs sprinting and running with their lithe bodies, but a lion is different. There’s a power and presence here that was missing with my running cheetah photos.
The moment they were past us, I saw them jump on the unfortunate Eland behind our position…and then the white dust enveloped them in an impenetrable cloud…
I quickly swung the vehicle around and pulled into a position that would give me a head-on vantage point with a relatively low angle for the ensuing struggle. My eyes could see there was something in the white dust-cloud but I couldn’t make it out, much less take a photo. Then the dust started clearing quickly. I eventually discerned something through the viewfinder and locked focus…
This is the scene that emerged…
As usual the lionesses did all the work…but as soon as the buck was down, the males moved in (one of them was sleeping way at the back up to this point)…
Lion dynamics seem so unfair…but it’s been this way for a looooong time. The Eland was still alive and kicking at this point, the male moved in before the female had strangled it properly…but then he also didn’t finish the job. Instead he proceeded to play with it like a housecat would with a mouse it had caught…it was fascinating to watch…
On a processing note: I found these dust-filled images tough to process so that it shows the correct colour and mood as I remember it. The natural contrast picked up by the camera was quite low so I tried not to boost it too much.
One of the females decided to try her luck and came to “ask permission” to join the game…
The answer was “NO”…
The other male (the sleepy one) had strolled up by now and the two of them started finishing off the Eland. I know these images are upsetting to some, but I do like the fact that there’s no real gore and guts involved here yet – just the playing out of one of Africa’s oldest dramas.
The morning sun started to break through the clouds now, providing some welcome light that added a different mood to the scene.
I won’t blabber much more. Most of these photos needed no explanation to begin with – but I do love telling the stories of these encounters almost as much as photographing them, so excuse my indulgence. I’ll post some more photos and let them speak for themselves. Suffice it to say that the 2 males left very little for the females to eat, and thereafter the jackals took over. This pride made 2 more kills during the next 2 days but none of them were close to the roads and none of them provided such a sighting for those who were lucky to be there.
There you have it! I hope you enjoyed reliving this sighting with me. I’m pretty sure I won’t see something as great as this as thorough (start-to-finish) as this for a long time.
Morkel Erasmus
Morkel Erasmus
I used to relish writing these kinds of “bio” pieces and would flaunt the odd impressive word and use dashing grammar to make it sound like I am a boundary-shifting photographer. These days I prefer stating it in much simpler ways, much more relatable ways, much more believable ways… The fact of the matter is this: I love Africa. I love its people, its wild places and its wildlife. I love being immersed in these places, observing and photographing the fall of light on the land and the daily lives of the creatures that call it home, and presenting the results to whoever will take a look. To me, nature photography is all about being in the moment, and capturing that moment in a way that can relate to someone who didn’t have the privilege of being there with me. Sometimes I am able to capture a unique vision of the scene before me, and sometimes I just capture it the way most folks would according to classical photographic guidelines. Yet I always enjoy sharing the images and experiences and imparting the knowledge I have, both in-the-field and later online or in presentations, workshops and courses. I also just simply enjoy capturing and sharing the beauty of God's creation! The greatest thing I’ve found about wildlife and nature photography in Southern Africa is the unity and familiarity of the community of people that share this passion. We come from all walks of life and all cultures and backgrounds, yet our passion for our natural heritage and our dream to see it preserved for future generations binds strangers together and fuels conversations around campfires long after other people have run out of conversation and energy. Join me on a WildEye adventure to experience this sharing community spirit and learn to anticipate that fleeting moment and be ready for it, learn to immerse yourself in the experience without losing focus of your photographic goals…and above all, learn to see Africa anew… because there are none as blind as those who look but do not see!
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