Aardvark spoors on the road out of camp was probably the most exciting thing of today.
Ten lions at the beginning of the first forest, fat as pigs they are laying on the river bank, they wont hunt even if a buffalo walks one meter from them so we proceed. In the middle of the forest we got what remains of the three kills of the day before yesterday, each kill has some lions around. All of them are bloated, in these two days they have eaten as if there is no tomorrow, they can hardly roll on the side, leave alone walking.
Thankfully early in the morning we found three lioness and for a change they were not fat so we went back to them and set for the day... and in all the day they did zero, nothing at all, they were not fat but, man, they can be so lazy.
Ten lions at the beginning of the first forest, fat as pigs they are laying on the river bank, they wont hunt even if a buffalo walks one meter from them so we proceed. In the middle of the forest we got what remains of the three kills of the day before yesterday, each kill has some lions around. All of them are bloated, in these two days they have eaten as if there is no tomorrow, they can hardly roll on the side, leave alone walking.
Thankfully early in the morning we found three lioness and for a change they were not fat so we went back to them and set for the day... and in all the day they did zero, nothing at all, they were not fat but, man, they can be so lazy.
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