“Man I wonder how many she has killed?”

Benjamin is the first to reach the base camp, and parks the simba loaded pickup just behind the back of the camper. It is now about 7:00 and dark. What appears to be an almost full moon is rising behind the trees. I pull in and park to his right, Miles parks to his left. Getting out of my Rover, and using my flashlight, I join the others looking down at our captive lion secured in the back of the pickup. She is still out cold. I shine the light on its face. 

“Man I wonder how many she has killed? Look at those teeth. There is blood still around its mouth. Guys, let’s set up the holding cage, maybe off to this side,” pointing to the right side of the camp site. “It will be closer to the road, which will make it easier to load into Dr. Longo’s truck. We left it folded up and leaning next to the camper.”

“Copy that, Bwana. Benga, Makali, help me grab that cage,” Miles says as he turns to walk toward the motor home.

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