This Woolly having a Blogging rant again.
My Facebook post of July 22, 2015.
So sad to read about “the great white hunter” again killing one of Africa’s main attractions. Many of these hunts are in the name of ‘conservation’. I pose the question “Why will people visit Africa when all the animals have been conserved/shot?”
After being privileged to ‘shoot’ six week old wild lion cubs with my Nikon, from a distance of fifteen feet (mum was watching on about twenty metres away), I cannot understand the mentality of those who want to use a high-power, long-range rifle. Or in Cecil’s case an arrow which he carried around for 40 hours before being shot and killed.
If you don’t read the whole article please continue to read this part of Africa Geographic’s story about Cecil and the financial rewards he could have reaped.
“…Bryan Orford a regular visitor to Hwange and who has filmed Cecil on numerous occasions says Cecil was Hwange’s “biggest tourist attraction. Not only a natural loss, but a financial loss.”
Orford reckons that with tourists from just one lodge collectively paying US$9800/day, Zimbabwe would have earned more in just 5 days by having Cecil’s photograph taken, than being shot by someone paying a single one-off fee of US$45,000 with no hope of future revenue…”
End Africa Geographic
Based on the figures quoted by Bryan Orford an adult lion which lived to 14 years of age (maximum according to Google), it could earn Africa $50,078,000.00. Yes! That is 50 MILLION US dollars. That is 1,109 times MORE than was paid for Cecil’s death.
Since posting this I have seen the price for Cecil vary from USD$45,000 to USD$50,000, which in turn alters lifetime income from 1109 to 1000 times MORE than Cecil’s dead value.
These figures are for one lodge only. Kill the assets and not only will there be a noticeable reduction in tourists, but many lodges may go out of business with associated job losses.
One of the most memorable events, from our Botswana Safari last year, was crawling into my sleeping bag, in a two person tent, then hearing one of Cecil’s relatives ROAR just outside. All wild life we had grown used to hearing, after dark. was suddenly silent. Sadly Cecil will roar no more.