According to my old passport, I arrived in Kenya on July 5, 1982 after being
recruited by The University of Toronto, Canada to partake in a wildlife
management research program to be conducted in the Athi River Plains,
a 100 sq. mile conservation area. The purpose of the study was to
determine the sustainability of the naturally occurring wildlife contained
within a predetermined, loosely contained area.
(I had previously been selected to a capture and study reptiles in Ecuador
and when that fell through I joined the study in Kenya, which was originally
intended to be a thermoregulation study of black rhinos but that fell through,
which I found out going through customs at the airport in Kenya so it was
then that I found myself relocated to another study on the Athi River Plains.)
Natural occurring wildlife were well suited to the landscape whereas cattle
for instance, brought in by the Europeans in colonial times were not well
suited, had to travel long distances for water, were susceptible to disease,
in short, not a long-term viable way to raise cattle as opposed to the
existing wildlife. This study was to determine the optimal levels / number
of various wildlife with frequent culling used to manage the sustainable level.
We were to live on the ‘rough’, camping, cooking, living within a camp within
the preserve. We were free to explore the area without any preconditions but
if you got into trouble, don’t expect help to arrive anytime soon.
Total wildlife counts were conducted once a month via aerial and land surveys.
Days were spent observing tracking animals, noting eating habits and identifying
flora. Culling was conducted every Thursday night, on jeeps, with a spotlight
and a high-powered rifle. (Professional hunters did the actual killing, I did not.)
We had a list of the various wildlife we were to cull, so many of this, so many of
that. It was not sexy, romantic, or challenging, or sporting in any sense of the
word(s). It was outright hard work, finding and hauling carcasses back to the
abattoir to be butchered, with selected parts sent to a lab for analyzing and
the game meat distributed, given to various small villages in the area in an
effort to prevent poaching.
At that time, we were the only people in all of Kenya that were allowed to legally
to hunt wildlife.
The ‘Big 5’ were rare to nonexistent in the preserve so it was up to us, as humans,
to maintain what we considered or were trying consider the ‘optimal’ levels of
the existing wildlife in the absence of naturally occurring predators.
I will not enter into a debate regarding the pros and cons of game hunting,
the politics or the ethics of big game hunting but will say in some instances,
due to the encroachment of so-called civilization, culling had or has become
necessary for a wide variety of reasons, good and bad. (I was once very
good friends with a man who was a professional hunter in Africa who would
regularly cull entire herds, hundreds of elephants at a time from a helicopter
with a .600 Nitro Express rifle.)
Fotos included; a captive rhino in boma for study, some fotos of the Athi River Plains
where I worked / volunteered, a few fotos of me on the preserve . . . one with a ‘wild’
cheetah called Duma, my camp was a hammock under a tarp, the abattoir floor after
a long night of hunting, sunset over the plains and some required reading.