Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts

Friday, November 27, 2015

Chris, RIP

I wrote the first part to my old cowboy friend Wade's relatives, so he would know :

"Christine Leister, Omar Qureshi's ’s first wife and very close to both Wade and me, died as peacefully as one can at dawn yesterday, in Cloudcroft I believe, of recurrent malignant melanoma, with her son, her parents, and her love Rob all present, and knowing that a good case for having her son Jai go to school in Cloudcroft, which they wanted, had been  made legally. Her parents should be in touch, and I will let folks know...SB"

Christine was basically a medical person, a PA, but she also rode, cooked, kept horses and goats and dogs, shot elk with a .270, and rebuilt my already swift  old '72 BMW into a road rocket by combining it with another, leaving just a shell for what my neighbors  call a "Dog bed."

These pics are Wade learning to skate from her a million years ago— best pic I have of either. I also sent them to her last month. Her dog "Pot" too, made for the wilderness or at least the Rez...

Much more to say later...


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Aardwolf

One more image. An aardwolf, which is of course no wolf at all, by Jonathan Kingdon. Can you read the inscription?

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Poorest of People Caught in Anti-Hunting Crossfire

In March 2011, a coalition of animal welfare groups opposed to the hunting of African lions petitioned the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service for protection of this lion subspecies under the Endangered Species Act. FWS responded this week by proposing to list African lions as “threatened” – not the “endangered” status sought by the groups. Still, the groups claim success. It is evident that the sought-after listing is more about stopping the hunting of African lions and less about lion conservation after all.

Unfortunately those who stand to be most impacted by the listing aren’t rich American hunters seeking a trophy, but the some of the poorest people on the planet who live with Africa’s 30,000-40,000 lions on a daily basis. Since this is a proposal for animal conservation, the human equation is largely ignored – with the exception that the proposal notes the continued increase in Africa’s human population further endangers these iconic cats.

Three major factors largely ignored in the discussion are:

• African people have to eat to survive;

• African people rely on their close association with their livestock and wild animals to feed their families;

• African lions kill not only thousands of livestock, but hundreds of African people, each and every year.

Instead, headlines in American media report of the "Last-Ditch Effort to Save Remaining African Lions" and the need for action "Protecting the African Lion From Trophy Hunters."

Here’s a list of the groups authoring the petition for endangered status:

• International Fund for Animal Welfare,

• Humane Society of the United States

• Humane Society International,

• Born Free Foundation/Born Free USA

• Defenders of Wildlife, and the

• Fund for Animals.

These are not organizations devoted to spending a large portion of their revenues on the ground in Africa to alleviate conflicts between humans and lions. A major motivation for the proposal is the desire to stop trophy hunting of African lions, which the FWS proposal will not do. But what the FWS proposal may do is further jeopardize the already dire future of the poorest residents of Africa.

Single-species protection efforts rarely (if ever) address the core issues of large carnivore conservation – human wellbeing, and in the case of Africa, alleviation of poverty. “The impact of conservation policies on human wellbeing is critical to the integration of poverty alleviation and biodiversity conservation,” according to a 2012 paper in Biological Conservation. “Conservation and provision of livelihoods should therefore go hand-in-hand.”

Elephants in India kill people every day. African lions kill more than 100 people each year in southern Tanzania and northern Mozambique alone. People killed in these human-wildlife conflicts are generally from “the weaker socioeconomic sections of society” – the rural poor.

Conservation policies often have the heaviest impacts on the poorest of people, and when there are human-wildlife conflicts such as loss of one cow, it aggravates a family’s existing poverty. Studies have shown that crop-raiding by wild animals in Africa frequently results in a reduction of the overall food supply available to a family. That often means that mothers will eat less to provide nourishment for their children, resulting in her diminished health. Family members become anemic, and people die from lack of sufficient nutrition. If a family member is attacked and killed by a wild animal, and that person is an adult wage-earner, this further threatens the entire family’s livelihood, well being, and potential survival.

In Africa, if an adult male is lucky enough to have an outside job that generates income in a subsistence-based economy, that male wage-earner will spend his days at a paying job, and stand guard over his crops or livestock at night. That means that daytime guarding is conducted by children who are therefore not attending school to better their futures. Many of these daytime guards are killed by predators that hunt during daylight hours: African lions.

To some, the impact of human-wildlife conflicts may seem small on a national or global scale, but “but they give rise to exponentially high costs for the affected individuals and families, many of whom are amongst the least privileged people in the world,” according to the Biological Conservation paper.

The listing of a species as threatened or endangered often leads to the setting aside of more lands to protect that species. When more land is set aside for wildlife conservation, traditional human use such as hunting and livestock grazing are forbidden or restricted. Subsistence livestock producers, or people who depend on bushmeat for nutrition, thus lose use of traditional resources and land. This global trend has resulted in a new class of people aptly termed Conservation Refugees. Google it.

The reliance on bushmeat in Africa includes everything from rats to elephants, and from subsistence use, to providing meat for the urban marketplace. A paper in a 2006 issue of Conservation Biology (“Hunting for Consensus: Reconciling Bushmeat Harvest, Conservation and Development Policy in West and Central Africa”) notes: “Where bushmeat markets are booming, poor rural communities are often mining their wildlife resources to subsidize the protein consumption costs of urban families. The failure of development to provide growing urban populations with secure livelihoods and sustainable sources of animal protein are resulting in overharvesting of wildlife in rural areas and decreased livelihood security of poor rural families who are dependent on a dwindling wildlife resource. Bushmeat harvest is more a survival strategy than a development strategy. The places where species are threatened pinpoint places where development policies have failed, and the future of the rural poor is likely to be threatened as well.”

Those advocating for switching subsistence economies toward ecotourism at least acknowledge the need for human economic viability, but have failed to find an alternative that actually works. Ecotourism is often touted as alternative, but few people impacted by wildlife conflicts receive benefit from such schemes. In one recent study in Africa, only 17% of families were associated with ecotourism, but 65% lost livestock to lions. Other programs offer compensation for certain (proven) losses, but the time and effort required to seek such compensation – especially in poor countries where fraud is rampant – is often too much for the rural poor. Poor and illiterate people lacking social capital are not likely to seek compensation for their losses to wild animals.

We all want African lions to thrive well in the long term. But unless we actually begin to address the core issues involved in human-wildlife conflicts, we’ll adopt policies much as this one, meant to harm rich American hunters traveling to do something many find distasteful (hunting lions as trophies), but the resulting impact may be the death of more of Africa’s poorest people. Until we adopt a new approach, the cost of conservation will continue to be disproportionately high for rural people to bear. For a moral people, the loss of human life should be at least as important as wildlife conservation.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Quote

"A great many rifles and shooting books have passed through my life since the day I purchased that first 7 X 57 40 years ago this month, and the lessons learned have been many. One was to hold onto rifles and books that continually prove not just practical but delightful, and get rid of those that don't, because both make life so much more enjoyable."

John Barsness,  Rifle Loony News (Vol. 6, issue 2)

Thursday, July 31, 2014

White Man in Africa, 1997

Dug this up when Annie D showed me a YouTube of a baby rhino-- white? -- in S Africa, in a similar predicament. Back in '97, when it was permissible if naive to think Mugabe was not a monster (such writers as Peter Godwin had already laid out the truth), when Zimbabwe had one of the most enlightened conservation programs in Africa, more innovative than ours...

Karl Hess Jr. sent us-- me and a couple of other journalists; Tom Wolf, Wendy Marston, Rich Miniter-- there at the request of the government, to report on their success, especially with elephants.

Someday maybe-- too much heartbreak soon followed. This photo taken near Kariba, where I caught the falciparum Malaria that almost killed me, and I suspect might have been the trigger that made such things as PD and RA, which I have genes for, express themselves. Certainly I never looked quite that robust again-- I look like Redmond O'Hanlon! White man in the tropics drinking gin...

The rhino's mother had been killed by poachers. The poachers had been killed by the tall, shaven- headed head ranger who, he gleefully told me, was the best ranger in Zimbabwe because "I kill more poachers!"

Sunday, October 06, 2013

AfriCanis in Lesotho

AfriCanis is the word used to describe the native dogs of Africa. Here is a sample of AfriCanis we saw in Lesotho. These dogs have a broad range of uses – from guarding livestock, to their use as hunting dogs.









Thursday, August 30, 2012

Malarial Memories

Reid sent this optimistic press release on a promising new one- dose treatment for malaria, which brought back vivid memories of my brush with an almost- lethal case of Zimbabwe falciparum in the nineties.

The writer remembers: "I have personally had malaria... and can say that it is a deeply painful and depleting experience that leaves you in ruins, unable to care for your family, and in a very poor health if you survive." The first is indisputable, and the last possible-- I eventually recovered (it took all summer) but who knows what cascades of trouble it might have unleashed down the line? Certainly I never was in as perfect health after as I was before-- but I did also get old!

The article reminded me of this spooky uninhabited elephant hunter's camp near Hwange, although I didn't get my malaria there...

And this birder's paradise in the hot lowlands on the muddy shores of Kariba, where elephants would charge the Rover between sightings of life list species. There, I did get it... though I didn't know until I got back to New Mexico, where I almost died before anyone accepted that I knew what I was talking about, and that I did not "just" have some generic thing called "malaria" but a particular species, Plasmodium falciparum.

Lots more to say about the experience, and the enormous and endlessly fascinating subject of parasite evolution, if anyone is interested...

Sunday, August 12, 2012

For Annie D

Are Geladas different from true baboons?



UPDATE: She replies "Too different. That's why I broke up with him." (The Kapcha wouldn't let her in). She also made a point about aposematic coloration, convergent evolution, geladas, and black widow spiders--! Later, maybe...

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Teaser

The Hansons are back from their Egyptian expedition with the Explorers Club flag-- and will (both Roseann and Jonathan I hope) be writing something here.


Sample:

"It was fantastic. Probably the most challenging driving I've had over such an extended journey. Many difficult climbs to cross dune chains, then 60mph blasts across huge rolling sand sheets. Our guide very, very nearly capsized his Land Cruiser on a loose side slope the first day out. Stuck fast with a dicey recovery - we anchored his vehicle with a line to the roof rack to keep it from going over as we pulled it out...

"And we felt like rock stars the entire trip. People kept coming up to us and thanking us for coming, shaking our hands, some nearly in tears."

Thursday, January 19, 2012

NSFW Rifle?

...so first, MaryAnn sends me this pic from her recent safari, of amorous lions...

I am of course reminded of this Rigby double rifle with the same "theme" on the plates (click to enlarge; plain vanilla version, slightly used, on sale for a not-ridiculous- these- days $59,500, below it).



Jonathan Hanson sent the last words on it, from Bruce Douglas:

"Bruce's comment was that if you were hunting and were suddenly charged by a cape buffalo or something, you could turn and yell at your bearer, 'Quick! Gimme my fuckin' lion gun!' "

Monday, October 10, 2011

Born to Hunt

John Barsness has just released his latest book, Born to Hunt, a collection of essays that ranges from his home in Montana to Africa and the Arctic, along with more obscure destinations like Norway and Ireland.

If you read magazines you surely know that John is one of the most prolific "gun writers" alive, as well as one of the most experienced hunters. What more casual readers may not realize is that John, who started as a poet (and the son of a Montana-born English professor) is one of the most lyrical hunting writers around, as well as one who has truly lived "the life of the hunt" (which is also the title of his last collection of essays). He and his wife Eileen Clark eat more game than anyone else I know, including me -- and we eat far more game than domestic meat. They are also both good writers.

This collection, though well-rooted in the Rockies and the north country and alive with elk and mule deer, moose and caribou and grizzly and the ways of the Inuit, roams as far afield as John has -- which is to say as far as anyone I know who was not born with a trust fund. If I have one (minor) whining complaint it is that his only mentions of game birds are glancing if elegant asides on such as sage grouse; I'd love to see more bird hunting.But this is a book about big game and food, and maybe as befits a sixty-ish hunter, mortality.

John knows the Real Things and Big Truths. On wilderness, he quotes Teddy Roosevelt saying that Roosevelt "...grew up in the cradle of 19th century civilization, part of an aristocratic New York family, but felt healthy humans needed occasional time with naked nature." Roosevelt said of hunting and the wilderness that "the wilderness hunter must not only show skill in the use of the rifle and address in finding and approaching game, but he must also show the qualities of hardihood, self-reliance, and resolution needed for effectively grappling with his wild surroundings. The fact that the hunter needs the game, both for the meat and for its hide, undoubtedly adds zest to the pursuit."

He also knows that real hunting, where you pack everything out, is brutally hard work as well as fun. Eileen has badly compromised lungs because of a rare disease, but is one of the hardest hunters I know. She "...packed half the ewe out on her back a round in her 30-06's chamber as we hiked through grizzly country smelling like fresh blood. You cannot buy a day like that, or meat that tastes like mountain meadows, or the God's-eye view from timberline, where the mountains rise in a line from Canada and the prairies disappear in the earth's curve. The only way you can find that particular part of the Rockies is to climb it yourself, each step like the hard pulse of a mountain's heart."

He knows the scarier truths: that when you are out there in the wilderness, asleep in a tent, "...there come memories beyond our five external senses, deeply imbedded reminders that there isn't much separating us from all that is around us, whether the darkness beyond the fire the stars wavering in the heat waves from the wall tent's stove pipes, are lions or grizzly bears." But he knows purely funny truths too, including one that I have noticed myself, birding with an old PH in Hwange in Zimbabwe: "African professional hunters, unlike many North Americans, don't regard bird-watching as a subversive if not actually wimpy activity. Russell, who shot hundreds of elephant and buffalo on control, proved just as adept at identifying a saddle-billed stork or a cape teal." There are even nuggets of useful advice and hard-earned knowledge -- the skills you need to ride in a horseback pack hunt; the fact, that seems utterly unremarkable to me, that you are as likely to find good meat on a big-racked bull as on a fat doe (I think over-privileged trophy hunters use the cliche of the inedible big bull as an excuse to give away the meat. The more for me!)

Finally there is a poet's delight in pure writing. To find a big mule deer "...his hard land must be entered softly without breaking the horizon with our bi-pedal stance. We must ease inside -- and then sit down, like some high country accountant and pore over the same land again and again, rechecking the same columns of numbers, until we find the big-antlered anomaly in all that tilted space." Or, on Cape Buffalo "We probed the herd's perimeter like infantry, armed only with my .416, Russell's old .458, and just enough adrenaline to make buffalo appear like black holes in green space.

Go to Rifles and Recipes and buy this one. And The Life of the Hunt, and Rifle Loony, and Eileen's big cookbook (perhaps the most useful game cookbook ever; after all, what other cookbook writer eats no domestic meat?) or, with confidence, just about anything else there.

And here's John with his latest, post-book buff, taken with that CZ .416, which I sold him a long time ago and he modified to be something like Harry Selby's-- the story is in Rifle Loony.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Far Away and Long Ago: Family with Megafauna

Just for fun: a shelf in the library has accumulated a bunch of photos with this theme, dating from the thirties (Betsy Huntington) to just eleven years ago (me). Here are a few.

First, Betsy, at four, with her mother, at the Pyramids:


Second, Libby on an elephant, in the early seventies, at TIGERtops (see below) in Nepal; looking for tigers, of course.


Me in Zimbabwe in '97, just before it all went to hell, with an orphaned rhino. God, I look like Redmond O'Hanlon-- Anglos in the tropics, fat and sweat and curly hair, oh my. (The head ranger there, when I asked him why he was successful, answered with great gusto and a big grin "because I kill so many poachers". Tough neighborhood).


Finally (horses are technically megafauna) a more familiar strange road: Bayaan Olgii 2000, second Mongolian "expedition", chasin' eagles near Ulaan Hus with Bolatbek's relatives.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Buffalo Poem

Tom McIntyre sends this great Yoruba poem (song?) on Cape Buffalo.

The buffalo is the death
that makes a child climb a thorn tree.
When the buffalo dies in the forest
the head of the household is hiding in the roof.
When the hunter meets the buffalo
he promises never to hunt again.
He will cry out: "I only borrowed the gun!
I only look after it for my friend!"
Little he cares about your hunting medicines:
he carries two knives on his head,
little he cares about your danegun,
he wears the thickest skin.
He is the butterfly of the savannah:
he flies along without touching the grass,
When you hear the thunder without rain˜
it is the buffalo approaching.

"Dane Gun"? A friend of his checked it out:

"It would appear that the danegun was part of the slave trade, perhaps made in Denmark and then carried to Africa to be traded for human cargo, and subsequently put to use to round up more Africans for the plantations of the West Indies and North America (the Danes had an island or two out there). These guns are still around--I found contemporary uses of the word without definitions, including one about a juju to create "poison" gunpowder which would ruin the Danegun. Flints for the Brown Bess are still being manufactured in India to accommodate all of the muskets still floating around, so it wouldnt be too much to assume that Daneguns are still in the hands of folks in Yoruba land.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Good Stuff #4: Crazy South African Snake Man

The Alpha Environmentalist sent this pic of his crazy South African friend Neels and his tame seven-foot black mamba, teaching a ranger course. Somehow, the "No Smoking" sign is hilarious in this context.



Jonathan adds: "You could mention that he was bitten by a mamba on an episode of Mark O'Shea's Big Adventure, and nearly died. Back on his feet the next day. Obviously didn't make him nervous around mambas."

Also note the Jonathan Kingdon poster behind...