~!~ They had been tracking the lion on foot for hours, and now, under a scorching Kalahari Desert sun, the king of beasts stood a mere 25 yards away// (ukcanadaus)
~!~ **The lion*s looking at me,** recalls John Martins, 50// He edges closer// The lion growls// The two native trackers and the professional hunter who accompanied Martins urge him to fire// **They told me, *You better shoot or he will charge//* **
The Florida entrepreneur carefully draws his arrow back and aims// **You*ve got to do what you*ve got to do, and the lion*s got to do what he*s got to do//** (ukcanadaus)
~!~ The arrow finds its mark in the lion*s chest// **If you hit him in the heart, he will probably run 50 yards and then drop dead// If you hit him in one lung, he might run 20 yards and then lie down and wait for you // // // An African lion with a big mane // // // it*s hard to pick a target,** he says// (ukcanadaus)