Of course, a pharaonic lion hunt must have made a duke's Scottish grouse drive look like a girl scout outing. To treat your dead grass, run a lawn tiller over the grass and water it every day for a week to help it . I would later report that the hide had spoiled and was not taken, so I wouldn't have to turn in more than the ears to the Game Department, which claims all unlicensed trophies. Few men can say they have known Africa as Capstick has known itleading safaris through lion country; tracking man-eating leopards along tangled . Just as my eyes closed, the night was slashed by a shriek that would curdle Bearnaise sauce. I stopped by the Italians' hut to advise them of the state of affairs and was able to talk them out of their .460 Weatherby magnum elephant guns, figuring that a pair of tyros opening up blindly at some night noise with those cannons could well have tragic consequences. Today (April 17) coincides with Lexin. But, he knew the odds and they caught up with him. It is the clearest case of not just the ancient confrontation of man against beast, but also of man deliberately putting himself in harm's way. Based on Capstick's own experiences and the personal accounts of his colleagues, Death in the Long Grass portrays the great killers of the African bush-- not only the lion, leopard, and elephant, but the primitive rhino and the crocodile waiting for its unsuspecting prey, the titanic hippo and the Cape buffalo charging like an express train out His jaws opened and the long, white canines drove into the unsuspecting victim's temples, piercing the thin bone past the eye sockets, and sank into the brain like driven spikes. But he is an American who attended the University of Virginia! The nobleman joined a double carload of other defunct sportsmen who learned the hard way that you only make one mistake with a lion: your last.Modern lion-hunting techniques are somewhat diverse, dependent upon terrain and other physical considerations. As Johnnie Cox tells it:"We would miss him, but, after all, we were well ensconced at our water hole. This reflex seems better developed in humans than in most big game, who have few if any natural enemies. We both knew that man-eating lions didn't usually get sorted out in a day or so. The lioness' breath gagged him as she tried to get his face into her mouth, but, because the paw she was holding him with was in the way, she failed. Free returns are available for the shipping address you chose. At such a short range it is impossible to overestimate the degree of danger a hunter is subjected to. As the professional, Paul was obliged to earn his $25 per day salary by following the lion and killing it. ." He rolled over, face-up on the dirt, listening to the lion chewing on the young man. I thought you might be able to help me out. However, unless you've promised your carcass toHarvard, the difference between being nabbed by a certifiable man-eater or having your face bitten off by an irate lady lion are, at best, academic. Login to YUMPU News Login to YUMPU Publishing As she neared the hut again with steel nerve, there was a scuffle of movement, and although she was a young woman who had never listened to anyone die, the sound that came through the darkness left no doubt that Len Harvey was beyond help.Banging on the De Beers' door, she poured out her story and collapsed. He was later trapped and, after being displayed, shot.Although there is virtually no area in Africa that has not recorded a degree of man-eating activity, some localities are historically much more dangerous than others. White flares of agony rocketed up his arm as the powerful teeth met against his bones, crushing them like pretzel sticks.Slowly the blind, semiconscious De Beer realized that the great weight was gone, that the lioness wasn't biting him anymore. As from a long distance, he could hear Colin shrieking over his pain. We are after them. Silent ruled out the possibility of this being another lion; one glance at a set of week-old prints and my gunbearer could tell you that lion's favorite color as well as his probable political leanings. The man-eater gave a terrific tug and the claws ripped forward, tearing De Beer's scalp loose from his skull until it hung over his face like a dripping, hairy, red beret. Also, I knew there was more than one wounded lion in there, not forgetting the companion who had notreappeared nor shown himself after disappearing into the hardwoods that ringed the. His head was already past the muzzles, too close to shoot, looking like a hairy pickle barrel full of teeth. One paw ripped through the grass like shredded newspaper, the lion tearing chunks from the hard, wood frame with his teeth. Can you give it a try before the trail cools? Death in the Long Grass: A Big Game Hunter's Adventures in the African Bush Hardcover - 15 January 1978 by Peter Hathaway Capstick (Author) 1,117 ratings See all formats and editions Kindle $20.89 Read with Our Free App Hardcover $57.74 1 Used from $35.29 9 New from $44.92 Mass Market Paperback $642.00 2 Used from $204.00 1 New from $642.00 scary stuff.these animals wont take any prisoners. It's been written by someone who knows more than most about the subject having spent decades there. In a few hours Joe Joubert, a professional hunter employed by Hankin's safari firm, a Zambian game guard, and Joubert's safari client, Samuel Lenher of Wilmington, Delaware, are driving hard along the bush road from Joubert's camp at Zokwe to the scene of the tragedy. Academic at best. Bring your club to Amazon Book Clubs, start a new book club and invite your friends to join, or find a club thats right for you for free. Reviewed in the United States on August 25, 2022. ""It didn't take long to find out about the disturbance. The soft breeze brought me the same unmistakable odor of a house cat on a humid day. He was still giving the same, meaningless shout as I shook off my numbness and scrambled to my feet, ripping away branches like a mad man searching for the gun. As thrilling as any novel, as taut and exciting as any adventure story, Peter Hathaway Capstick's Death in the Long Grass takes us deep into the heart of darkness to view Africa through the eyes of one of the most renowned professional hunters. Kalahari shield of northwestern Botswana, formerly the Bechuanaland Protectorate of South Africa. Definition of kick into the long grass in the Idioms Dictionary. Excellent from start to finish. Self publishing . A gibbering man was inside, his bloodshot eyes wide as poached eggs with terror.I flashed the light around the interior of the, . Seconds later, as the woman sat mourning her husband, she was terrified to hear the lion scratching at the hut. He had backtracked the lion's stalk, showing where he had lain watching the village, how he had stalked the sleepers, and where he had begun to drag the body. He seemed to hang in the air while my numbed brain screeched SHOOT! I checked the Jeffery, shook the panatella-sized cartridges to hear the satisfying rattle of cordite against the cool, brass cases, closed the rifle's action and, sitting on the bed with a cigarette and the bottle of beer, waited to see what would happen.Perhaps an hour went by, a hell of a long time when you are sitting in the dark wondering if something big and hairy is going to burst through the frail grass walls and grab you. Reviewed in the United Kingdom on August 22, 2017, Reviewed in the United Kingdom on March 22, 2012, Reviewed in the United Kingdom on November 24, 2019, Reviewed in the United Kingdom on January 15, 2007. scary stuff. "The young men thought it was too hot to sleep inside their, , Bwana," he replied. It was still breathing. We found two dead lions, which were triumphantly dragged back to camp by the now-intrepid occupants of the tree. I took away one lesson for sure: the next time a district commissioner asks me for a favor, I'm going to have a severe attack of radio trouble. and bearing the cartouche of Amenhotep III, progenitor of Ikhnaton, or Amenhotep IV, which records his killing 102"fierce-looking" lions during the first decade of his phar-aohship. Silent finished the story sucking at the gashes on the heel of his hand that the cap of the bottle had cut. Apparently, the pride had left, so I went back to my cot and fell asleep, lions or no lions. Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2011-08-30 17:14:45 Bookplateleaf 0008 Boxid IA142818 Camera Canon EOS 5D Mark II City New York Donor allen_countydonation Dilated wide to gather the pale light, two hard, amber eyes flicker across the broken ground and lock on the indistinct form of the man sleeping behind the netting. Death in the long grass: Myanmar's snake bite menace June 11, 2014 Death in the long grass: Myanmar's snake bite menace by William Davies Myanmar is home to 40 venomous snakes, pictured. ""I then entered into the stupidest misadventure of a mis-spent life. The heat of the African night pressed heavily against him, and, as he paused, the hush of quiet breathing came to his pricked-up ears. De Beer, completely blind and helpless, could only scream as the lioness ate him alive.Ten feet away, petrified with terror, Colin Matthews stood watching the cat ravage his father-in-law. As lions go, he was a real beaut, well over nine feet and with an anthracite neckpiece that grew down to his cuticles. In the excitement he was, he was actually shooting at the lion, and to this day I suspect he wonders if I pulled some sort of practical joke.Another hunter friend of mine reports that, upon seeing his first lion at close range, his client threw away his rifle and ran like a lunatic straight after the big cat. Behind its bleached cloth and netting walls, a slender white man sleeps fitfully, tossing in the humid spring silence as greasy sweat darkens the sheets of his camp bed. Lions were everywhere. Never having fired a rifle before, he did not know where the safety catch was or even that there was one. The beam showed nothing as I pounded through the village until I came to a hut at the far side with the door hanging from a single leather hinge. The fact is, it's not necessarily true.It is my experience and belief that there are many classes of man-eating lions. Lions may or may not eat people killed under these circumstances, but if they do, they don't seem to forget how easily the meal was obtained and. Hans Besser, a German hunter early in this century, told of a missionary of the White Fathers in Tanganyika being carried off and taking fifteen minutes to die while the lion ate him. Still measuring our relative distances carefully, I decided to take a step toward her. Louis Tipungwuti is a Tiwi Islands man. Capstick writes with absolute authority on an Africa which is rapidly receding into the past. Still, we had our best shot at him yet.We took up the trail at half-past five as the false dawn began to turn the trees into gnarled monsters. He stopped. His broken fingers touched something hard: in a flash he realized that it was a rifle barrel, the fallen .243. I am, however, a believer in the sooner-or-later theory, sort of an offshoot of Murphy's Law, which, paraphrased, states that if you stick your neck out with the stuff that bites back enough times, you're going to get it sooner or later. Operating in a photographic safari area, professional hunter Peter Hankin has had to leave it at his hunting camp, Chitangulu, forty miles downstream. Just one chapter will leave you hooked. Finally an idea formed that would give me an edge. ""What remained of the night, I spent firing at lion noises in the grass with the .308. A pulsing fountain burst from the wound in a tall throbbing geyser as I thrust it back again, working it with all the strength of my arms. Atdusk one evening a woman was mixing a meal of. The banks of the river in this area are perhaps forty to fifty feet high, and below them is one of the niftiest collections of large crocodiles and hippos you would ever want to see. The plot concerns a virus that kills off grass species, including rice and wheat. If I had to pick a common trait of all dangerous game, besides the fact that they can kill you, it would have to be that they are all so unbelievably fast. Since the sun was already down, they ran as fast as they could toward the sound and actually caught up with a big lion within shooting distance. Hippo is is at the top of the list for herbivores, and crocodiles lead the category of man-killers in the carnivore section, yet neither are true sporting animals in the classic sense. Copyright 1978 by Peter H. Capstick. Knowing the reputation of the man who told me this, I do not personally doubt the information offered, but cannot prove it.There are several very good reasons why, despite the surprising number of maneating incidents that occur today in Africa, most are hushed up like an epidemic of social disease at a bible school. At my client's shot, six other lions appeared, none showing any particular inclination to move off. He wing-shot it, though a bit far back, and it rose into the air with a terrible roar, rearing like a hooked tarpon. portrays the great killers of the African bushnot only the lion, leopard, and elephant, but the primitive rhino and the crocodile waiting for its unsuspecting prey, the titanic hippo and the Cape buffalo charging like an express train out of control. Interested in flipbooks about (PDF BOOK) Death in the Long Grass: A Big Game Hunter's Adventures in the African Bush full? I finally decided, after locking eyes with her for at least six months, that I would prefer the devil I didn't know to the one lying there watching me like a butcher reading a cuts chart. Capstick also served in that most perilous of tradesElephant and Buffalo Cropping Officer. , a wraparound loincloth. Learn more Seller information better_world_books_uk (399231) 99.2% positive Feedback Save seller Inspection establishes that the lioness is in the prime of life and previously uninjured or disabled although very lean and, with macabre obviousness, hungry. Two feet from the end of my bed, where my head lay, was a very fresh set of immense lion pug marks. You will likely recall the sensation from your first childhood camping trip. The lion ducked into a thicket, raising vocal murder.The professional, muttering unprintables, bulled in after it to save his reputation for never letting a client with a lion license go home empty-handed. He wasn't certain what had awakened him but realized that he could hear the breathing of a heavy animal just through the grass of the walls. Help others learn more about this product by uploading a video! It grunted at the blows and pulled its head back partially, then with a furious roar stuck it back into the hut. In the impossibly heavy grass, the visibility could not have been over ten feet, and I wanted to give it every conceivable opportunity to expire before I went in. Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 9, 2014. One day, with a client from Philadelphia, we shot a very fine male lion at about ten yards after tracking him off the carcass of a wildebeest for three hours. At Shapi was another semivacationing ranger and his family, an experienced man named Willy De Beer, his wife, daughter, and her husband, a student from Salisbury called Colin Matthews. As the title says, this book is all about dying and in particular, how Africa tries to do that to you. Without releasing his grip, the lion tugged, gently pulling the body from between the hut and the sleepers a few inches away. I couldn't share his enthusiasm. takes us deep into the heart of darkness to view Africa through the eyes of one of the most renowned professional hunters. A classic example took place at the close of the last century when no less a power than the empire of Queen Victoria was thwarted in its imperial designs by eight man-eaters who halted construction of the so called Lunatic Express, the Uganda Railroad, as it passed through south-east Kenya. ""No one had been bitten. His preying eyes slipped carefully across the village, but all was still--none of the hairless animals in sight.In a low, hunch-shouldered crouch, he slinked toward the rear of a darkened hut, his huge paws soundless against the packed red clay. The lion, as if he had a shopping list, entered a railway car and killed the man in the company of two other whites, one of whom the lion had to stand upon to reach the sleeping Ryall in an upper berth. Gripping read, good way of storytelling the various bush animals, Especially liked the account fo the cape buffallo. ""Yes, Dad, I'm all right," answered a pain-tight voice. It has been suggested that this may be due to the fact that Bushmen commonly taunt them off their kills for the meat, and their patience with man is therefore somewhat short. Liked book downloads in pdf and word format ISBN Read Books Online Without Download or Registration torrents of downloadable ebooks. I read four or five books at a time and this is one of the best books I've ever read. Yet, the lions paid them no appreciable interest. The man-thing is still asleep, unaware of crouching death so near, his breathing deep and regular in the cat's lain-back ears. Nielssen put Bassi up a tree, as is standard practice, and went in alone after it with his double rifle, a .458 Winchester converted from a .450. At all. Inside the travel-dented locker lie three flat five-packs of Kynoch 300-grain soft-point cartridges for the battered, silver-worn, old rifle, a Cogswell and Harrison, .375 Holland and Holland Magnum in caliber. In this novel, Alex's uncle dies in what he is told is a car accident. I stiffened against the feel of long fangs that would be along presently, burying themselves in my shoulder or neck, and thought about how nice and quick it would probably be. ""As I could see lions within what looked like biting distance, I started blasting away with the .308. Silent whistled for me, and I walked over to see the pool of dried blood on the crusted blanket where the man had received his fatal bite. Publication date 1989 Topics Big game hunting -- Africa, Big game hunting, Africa Publisher New York : St. Martin's Press Collection inlibrary; printdisabled; internetarchivebooks Digitizing sponsor Kahle/Austin Foundation Contributor Internet Archive Ignoring the agony of broken bones, he tried to grasp it. The lion, fortunately, wasn't having any, although what might have happened if the client had caught him might have made interesting reading.I don't know about you, but I still get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach when I flip on the Late Show and see the poor old MGM bloke doing his thing. Everything was in the lion's favor in this growth, and I hadn't kidded myself that the man-eater had left it. My heart slammed in my ears like Gene Krupa on speed as adrenalin pumped through my system. Few of us can now have the privilege of hunting wild elephants or buffalo but we can at least re-live the hunts of the past through Capstick's work. There was no way I could possibly make it the seventy-five yards back to the rifle. Crawling into the nightmare tangles of thorn on your hands and knees after a big male lion may have very different consequences from kicking a cottontail rabbit out of a Connecticut brush pile, although in each case the sport is called hunting.But for his skin as a personal trophy, the lion is hunted entirely as a personal challenge. Before long, these mutterings rose to a crescendo of gabble in a strange language which left me totally uninformed as to what was going on. ""Bugger hit the village just this side of the Munyamadzi--know it?--around midnight last night, so far as the report goes. Half the time was spent on hands and knees peering under the dense growth for a patch of tawny hide, hoping, when you saw it that it wasn't attached to a growing halo of teeth hurtling at you in a close-quarter charge. Curiously, there have been many cases of lions actually stepping over one man to pick another, like a bored matron at the canape platter of a cocktail party. Aware, from related incidents, of the Zambian Game Department's policy on the killing of unlicensed game, I knew that the department would conclude that since the lion had not actually eaten me, there was no proof that it was a man-eater, and I was therefore guilty of lion poaching. classic big game animal. Interesting choice. I tried to yell to him but the words wouldn't come.In a single bound, the great cat cuffed the spear aside and smashed the Awiza to the ground, pinning him with the weight of his 450-pound, steel sinewed body the way a dog holds a juicy bone. Hardcover. I can only hope he was her first victim. Tensely I drew in a very deep breath and started forward, my rifle low on my hip. Capstick was a born raconteur whose colorful descriptions and eye for exciting, authentic detail bring us face to face with some of the most ferocious killers in the worldunderrated killers like the surprisingly brave and cunning hyena, silent killers such as the lightning-fast black mamba snake, collective killers like the wild dog. Assurnasirpal II claimed to have done in "370 lions like caged birds" with a spear.In ancient Greece, lion sticking was all the rage. The man gave a single, convulsive tremor and lay still. (ABC Radio Darwin: Jesse Thompson) In September, an Indigenous man in Darwin was handed a fine for . He was positive he was firing the rifle, in fact, became furious at me when I told him he had merely worked the bolt of the action. I am not a hunter, nor have I any interest in hunting. As the thousand grains of lead tore through the roof (happily without setting fire to it withmuzzle blast), there was a tremendous roar that blended with the twin crash of the shots. The fact that a man-eating feline is the most difficult animal in the world to hunt can be explained by the cat's ability to learn well and quickly. The wild thought raced through my skull that if the lion came now, the rifle would be too slippery to hold, since my palms were sweating so heavily. I released a very large breath that I had been holding for the past hour and wandered over to the dining hut for a similarly proportioned Scotch before the shakes arrived.The whole camp poured out and came over to view the punctured pussy. In the dawn light, that tree proved to be the residence of all the nomads as well as most of our crew. An animal that can and does kill Cape buffalo with a single bite doesn't waste much time sorting out a mere human.As we approached the thick cover, Silent and I stopped to peel off our bush jackets lest they scrape against a branch or thorn giving away our presence or position. Author: Peter Hathaway Capstick: Publsiher: St. Martin's Press: Total Pages: 320: Release: 1978-01-15: Genre: Sports & Recreation: There was no proof, but circumstantial evidence pointed to the fact that the big, healthy, glossy-coated cat (who is now a full-mount in Milano) had decided that things were getting a bit hot where he was operating and moved south, just happening to pick the wrong hut for his first foray in a new zone. Then, against the eighteen-inch open strip that ran under the flat roof for ventilation, a dark lump was silhouetted against the slightly lighter sky. "The fact that those lions were not driven off or particularly intimated by repeated rifle fire is fair evidence, Ibelieve, that they were reasonably desperate. Few men can say they have known Africa as Peter Hathaway Capstick has known it -- leading safaris through lion country; tracking man-eating leopards along tangled jungle paths; running for cover as fear-maddened elephants stampede in all directions. "Right, Cyril," I answered. An inch or so higher or lower would have broken either her upper or lower jaw and prevented her from snapping off Colin's kneecap a few seconds later. A dark green stretch of towering, loomed ahead in the moonlight, and the killer made for it, dragging the man deep into one of the tunnels of the tangled boughs. Reviewed in the United States on December 7, 2022. Used; Good. It's been written by someone who knows more than most about the subject having spent decades there. It's impossible to hunt and track at the same time. Silent wrapped the pitiful fragments in, bark fiber and we started back to the village. Good author, well written, good accounts, shows reality of wild animals. I'll leave in an hour. He lay perfectly still for several moments deciding which man would die,then began to flow through the shadows toward the three deeply sleeping men.He passed the first two, sniffing softly at their heads, and stood over the closest to the mud wall. Bending down, I defined the clear pugmark of a big, male lion. Her stomach contained a small snake, a wad of chicken feathers, and most of Len Harvey's face. Excerpted by permission. But he did not see the paw stroke that tore through the skin of his forehead and grated on his skull bone. Automatically his crushed hands began to feel around for a weapon, anything. Readers can lean back in a chair, sip a tall, iced drink, and revel in the kinds of hunting stories Hemingway and Ruark used to hear in hotel bars from Nairobi to Johannesburg, as veteran hunters would tell of what they heard beyond the campfire and saw through the sights of an express rifle. To nearly all of us, the concept of being eaten, , is so remote as to be unthinkable. The next instant a lion crashed into the door, closed and jammed with a stick through the frame. His wit, metaphors, descriptions all resonate--British. You may blow a hole in his heart big enough to accommodate a navel orange, but in his condition of hyperadrenia, there will still be enough oxygen in his brain to carry his charge for a surprising distance and enough moxie left over to turn you into something that would give a hyena the dry heaves. He was buried the next day. The only possible way to counter the odds of this happening is to be so incredibly careful as to forestall the inevitable as long as possible. Maneating lions, if undisturbed, commonly eat almost every vestige of their victims, even the blood-soaked clothes and shoes as well as the bones. Finally, we stopped and, checking the wind, swung in a wide arc to bring us as close as possible to the shrub yet offer us maximum visibility under the difficult circumstances.Finally, we came up to the thorn bush and, the three armed men leading the trackers and gunbearers, sneaked up on it. I swung around a half-turn and looked smack into the puss of the second lion, who uttered a low sound that you didn't have to speak lionese to understand. Watching the sun sink and waiting for time to pass, We prepare for darkness and possible death in the long grass; Moving slowly, one step and then two, we lay in position waiting for what to do . This book give us some . There was nothing between me and that lion but a fairly fragile mosquito net, so I felt it incumbent on me to take a dive out the opposite side of the cot. As he fought with the little Parker-Hale to make it fire, the incredible, unbelievable,unthinkable happened: Colin Matthews put his foot into a galvanized bucket hidden in the shadows, lost his balance, and fell, dropping the precious rifle.The lioness looked up, her bloody mouth twisted into a snarl. It is normal between a hunter and his gunbearer/tracker that the first spoors while the other covers the possibility of an ambush charge. I didn't miss the second time as he dragged himself toward me with his front paws.Lion charges are usually, but not always, preceded by a short grunt, which is a great aid in locating the cat. In the vicinity of Fort Mangoche there was an isolated hut some hundred yards from the main village. ""In the security of camp fires and lanterns which had been lit, I just happened to check the shotgun in case those lions did return. It looks like WhatsApp is not installed on your phone. I wished they would quit doing that. Shrieking with pain and terror, the woman struggled to escape. Paul owed the man his life and escaped crippling injury, although he suffered a broken femur and a collection of stitches that would have done a Bond Street tailor proud. The cat gave a horrible roar and released Silent as I wrenched the spear free, the long point bright with blood. He has no prized ivory or horn; you cannot eat him, although there are some tribes who do so for sympathetic magic; his pelt is not made into coats. Then, somehow, with prehistoric certainty I. he was there, very close. Includes initial monthly payment and selected options. ${cardName} unavailable for quantities greater than ${maxQuantity}. Most often it's an amateur because you don't live very long as a pro if you get careless. He thought it unsafe to have a loaded gun around the camp. In East Africa there are several cases recorded of a lion eating his victim within the sight of paralyzed onlookers.I still get the old flutter-guts when I recall the night in Ngamiland, Botswana, in 1970 when I was sharing a tent with Daryll Dandridge, a fellow professional hunter at the time with Ker, Downey, and Selby Safaris, Ltd. Our campwas pitched hard on the edges of the Okavango Swamp, and, the night being warm, we had not zipped the ends of the tent closed. 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