The Blame Game
By Tanganhamo
Bayaka orchestra
A Bayaka family.
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According to my kids, as far as modern technology is concerned, I still live in the Stone Age. At night in my tent I still read books that are made from paper, and twitter is something that Masked weavers do.
However, I do have a few friends who have adapted, evolved as it were, and one of them was following a debate on a well- known hunters' website. He printed this for me and sent it to my place of residence in a forked stick. “Let me set the scene. You are hunting trophy bull elephant, and have been on the hot trail of three elephant for several hours in very thick bush. A leg here, there's an ear, but never a whole ele to study, let alone compare all three bulls. The elephant are feeding and moving, and it is work to stay with them and get positioned for the shot. They could become alerted to your presence at any time, and could easily head for parts unknown. Occasional glimpses of the tusks indicates one is a very good bull.
Let's say you are hunting in Zim, and it appears the big bull may go 50+ pounds. Not huge by Botswana standards, but pretty big for the area in Zim.
My old man sitting on the right taught me to shoot dogs.
How are we fellows to keep warm? Africanis pups, Magondi Tribal Trust Land, Zimbabwe, winter of 1977.
Suddenly you are within 20 yards of a bull presenting a classic side brain shot, but you can't see the tusks as the front of his head is obscured by the bush. The PH says "I saw the tusks, its him, Shoot him NOW!" You take the shot, drop the ele cleanly, and walk up to find a bull with 15-20 pound tusks. Clearly not the right elephant. You both do see the big ele as he crashes off with the third elephant after the shot.
What can you expect from the PH in this situation? He is clearly sorry, and knows he got it wrong. On the other hand, you pulled the trigger. It's your bull, right? The government game scout is right there, has seen everything. There isn't any hiding a dead elephant. What would you expect from your PH?”
I presume my friend was interested in my comments on this, or perhaps he just wanted to be able to recount later in the pub the manner in which he sent it to me. I'm not sure.
Nevertheless, first of all, I simply cannot tolerate wild animals being given cartoon names. It infuriates me. I have heard the “ele” (above) being called a “flumpit” - I kid you not! I believe it was in a story printed in the SCI magazine. A Zimbabwean PH was talking about “flumpits” - my God. What next?
“Koodies”? Or “Buffalumps”? How about leopards called “spotties”? One clique of hunters I knew referred to elephants as “longnose”. Do you believe that? I just had to get that gripe out of the way.
As to the nitty gritty of this scenario sent by my friend.
We have all heard excited hunters recounting their adventures back home. And anyone listening to some of these stories would be forgiven for thinking that the PH, who obviously features strongly in these stories, has been blessed with many God-like qualities.
But the reality is, no matter how beautifully he has been portrayed, the PH is not God. He is merely a human being. A walking, talking, expectorating, flatulent human being. And as much as we might want this PH to be perfect, alas, he is not.
Yes, you are paying him money to guide you. You are paying him money to assist you, and advise you, and keep you out of harm's way. And yes, you are, usually, paying him to tell you which animal to shoot.
Without being side tracked into a separate issue of good PH's and bad PH's, let's simply agree that a good PH is going to make better, more accurate decisions, more consistently, than a bad one, and in order to address the questions posed by this article, let's assume the PH who told the client to take the shot, is not a complete buffoon.
But the end result? The crux of the matter?
This PH has made a bad judgment. He has erred.
Many years back, I remember an incident on Unit 4 at Matetsi. The client had wounded a well maned lion, which disappeared into that stuff where the men are sorted from the boys. That thick, dark, dangerous stuff.
The hunters carefully circumvented this thicket, trying to ascertain if the lion was still inside of it, suddenly, very close by, the lion broke out, trying to escape. The PH and the client fired, killing the lion. He was a beauty. But at the same time that the hunters were examining the beast, and with some consternation, finding that the only holes in that beast were the two very recent ones fired from the right hand side, they heard a gurgling sigh inside the thicket. To cut a long story short, they had killed two lions, not one. And those lions were almost identical in appearance.
An “honest” mistake? A damned expensive one anyway - that's for sure. But let's be realistic, most of us could have made that same mistake.
Of course any crusty old elephant hunter who has been following the big footsteps most of his life will know how easily, and how quickly perceptions (and outcomes) can change when you're in the thick jesse, at the point of no return, where decisions have to be made and they have to be made immediately - and that crusty experienced old elephant hunter will know by ingrained instinct that there could be that slight doubt that things may not be as they seem, and he will gently pull back, and try another day. But not all PH's will have his experience.
So, I believe that we can appreciate how something like this can happen, but the fact remains, it's still an error, a poor judgement on the part of the PH.
But what about the rest of the issue - “What would you expect from your PH?” The answer is, unfortunately for the hunter - nothing.
Except of course, his apologies. Oh, and his anguish and embarrassment, and regret and his worry about this blemish on his record and reputation.
Consider this. If your pilot screws up and you come in too fast, and the Cessna is wrecked at the end of the runway - what next? Do you sue him? Maybe. How about your bus driver who goes too fast into the corner? How about the stock broker who tells you to put everything on maize futures this season, and you lose every cent you owned? There's not much you can do, is there? You could kill him I suppose, but the risk these days of getting caught is much higher than it was in Grandpa's day.
Here's a thought prompted by the wrecked Cessna; - Fine print. I bet every commercial plane ticket you buy has some pretty comprehensive fine print on it so suing the Cessna pilot would probably be a tricky thing. Just about every reputable safari company that I know has a disclaimer somewhere in their advertising, and many of those will mention “any injury, illness, mishap or loss”. I suppose being told to shoot the wrong elephant could be construed as a mishap of sorts.
The nut of it though, is that there's nothing that could be expected from the PH. Except an apology. Perhaps a remorseful conscientious PH would offer to host you and your family on a free plainsgame hunt on his Uncle's ranch or something similar sometime in the future, but certainly any financial consideration for a PH, would be a difficult thing to contemplate. For someone who might earn US$35 000.00 before expenses (in a good year) thinking about a 30 to 60 thousand dollar replacement elephant hunt would be about as fruitful as me contemplating marriage with Penelope Cruz.
Coincidentally, the cleft stick arrived at my place about a week after an interesting conversation I had with a PH who works in Niassa province in Northern Mozambique.
The PH told me that the authorities in charge of this hunting area imposed certain restrictions on the safari operators regarding the age of lions and weight of ivory taken there. Apparently these authorities also promised stiff penalties for any transgressors. One particular operator then added a few zeroes onto these penalties and informed his PH's and clients that they could have them if they crossed the line. If they made a mistake.
Specifically, I understand these penalties to be a ten thousand US dollar fine for the PH if the client shoots an elephant less than 60 pounds, and a 30 thousand US dollar fine for the client if he shoots a lion that is under 6 years old! Why the one fine is for the PH and the other is for the client, I couldn't figure.
Contemplating that information I can only surmise that, a) - there must be a hell of a lot of really big elephants there, or else, conversely, maybe very few elephants are shot – because what PH would risk a ten thousand US$ fine if he called it wrong?
And b) - there must be an assisted living facility for lions on this place resulting in numerous old males, or else maybe the lions there in northern Mozambique produce their birth certificate on demand – because if I was a client, I would definitely not risk an extra 30 grand by shooting at a lion unless he came to my bait in a wheel chair and wearing slippers.
I believe that many hunters - and here I'm using the real sense of the word - once they're back at the campfire, freshly showered and with the heartache of the “lost big one” easing a bit, would look into the flames and think “I walked hard, I hunted hard, my staff did their best, I made a perfect shot under difficult conditions - with all of these good experiences behind me, should I sour all these things with ugly recriminations because my tusks are smaller than the one that got away?”
“No, I should not”.
So this scenario in Niassa is, in a way, an answer to the question posed in the debate – that is, if there are certain regulations and agreements governing the performance of the PH in place, and signed by all concerned before the safari, then the PH could be financially liable for his screw up. If the safari has commenced without these agreements - which is in fact the more common, the more traditional system of operating safaris, then you should expect nothing more from your PH than his apology.