We are in the second week of our two week safari. It is late June. Our three guests from Indiana,Tom Wilson, Bret Jackson, and Dan Jenkins, have already acquired most of the plains game trophies on their wish list. We are hunting on a private ranch in the southwestern area of Kenya, near the town of Maghor. We are just west of the Masai Mara Game Reserve, and barely north of the Tanzania border. Our camp is about 20 miles toward the center of the ranch.
It is about one hour before dawn. I was startled awake by the sound of animal cries, people screaming, and a rifle blast. I jumped from my bed, threw on my trousers and boots, grabbed my open sight 375, and ran outside not knowing what I was about to encounter. Lion, leopard..? I could tell the shot came from the area behind the dining tent. Bryce was running across the campsite toward me.
“What is it?” he yelled.
“I don’t know yet,” yelling back.
Then through the darkness we saw Makali waving his arms and running our way.