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Stuart Wells

Stuart Wells



  • Canon 40D, Canon 5D Mk II & Canon 7D
  • 17-40L F4.0, 24-70L F2.8, 70-200L f4.0 IS and 100-400L F4.0/5.6 IS
  • Lightroom 4.3, Photomatix

pride of africa - affection

Published August 30th, 2012

Designed to kill, they stalk with stealth and attack in a group. The only big cat in the world to have a social network. The lion is an amazing animal, and in the wild their true power can be seen in full glory. The day before we had seen a pride of lions in the distance which were coming down from the rolling hills bordering Tanzania and Kenya. We stopped on the dirt track and could see that they were looking for food. Behind us was a small herd of wildebeest numbering 30 strong. The mother of the pride was assessing the situation for a kill, but there was no cover for the lions to utilise in order to get close to the herd for an attack. After a few minutes the pride walked off into the distance.

After breakfast we had planned to drive to the river to watch the wildebeest crossing, this was 50 km away from camp and as we drove out of the gates, we herd on the radio that there had been a lion kill not far from the airstrip. As we got closer to the kill site, we could smell in the air ...

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the great migration - danger at the river

Published August 30th, 2012

No more than 5 paces away from our van at the top of Lookout Hill “Quick, Stuart in to the van, we must go now!” Godfrey shouted. The race was on. Over the airwaves the wardens had called in that the wildebeest gathered beside the Mara River had started to cross. As we sped down from the heights of Lookout Hill, from all around, there were vans heading towards the river. This truly was a race. There is only so much space along the river bank from where you can get a good viewing point and we wanted that space.

As we arrived at the rivers edge, the crossing was in full flow. Thousands of wildebeest were lining up and jumping in to the river and struggling to get to the bank on the far side. Within minuets the last few were in and making their way across. Some of the younger stragglers for some reason turned back, maybe the current was too strong for them. Once back where they started, the stragglers made their way up and down the bank to attempt another crossing. Out from the shadows o ...

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