Tanzania: The Accidental Poacher
By Eden Robins
Poaching wild animals
in Tanzania can land you in jail. While I would imagine
languishing in an African prison is a horrific predicament,
bribery and other shady hand-offs are far more common
than served jail sentences. Perhaps this is why the
Tanzanian government devised a clever alternative
punishment—if caught poaching, the nefarious perpetrators
are forced to eat the raw flesh of their prey.
I know this because I was nearly
caught poaching. Of course, in my defense, I had no
idea what I was doing at the time.
"We’re going to Eric’s farm
in the bush," explained my Tanzanian friends
who were always up for a last-minute adventure. It
was late morning on a Sunday. "Come with us!"
they implored. They knew I was a teacher and needed
to return at a reasonable hour that night in order
to be fully cognizant teaching a class of over 70
screaming students. I knew that they had no concept
of 'time,' much less 'on time,' and so I was wary.
They anticipated my hesitancy. "Don’t worry,"
they reassured me, "we’ll be back by seven."
In retrospect, it's apparent that
they possibly meant seven the next morning,
but at the time I was convinced that I would be back
in time for dinner.
We all piled into William’s car,
an ancient Land Cruiser, its shocks pulverized after
years of negotiating Tanzanian streets, which are
more pothole than road. There were eight of us squashed
into the car, and intoxicated by our excitement and
thirst for adventure, we could barely feel the onset
of whiplash.
I started wondering if I had been
misled about the distance to Eric's Farm hours into
the trip when the Land Cruiser broke down in the middle
of an Iraqw farming village. As everyone was busy
trying to fix the car, it was difficult to get a straight
answer. While standing there, a dozen or so local
children inched towards me, but when I turned to greet
them, they scattered helter-skelter. Perplexed, I
watched a dozen blurs of dingy tee-shirts dispersing
into the dusk.
As we piled back into the Land Cruiser,
I managed to extract a vague answer from William.
"We’re almost there,"
he assured me, as the sun was growing sleepy in the
sky. He pulled a long slender shotgun out from under
the seat. My eyes widened like a gun’s barrel. He
shrugged. "We’ll do a little hunting on the way.
Bring our own dinner." And here I was, under
the silly assumption I would be back home for dinner.
He leaned the gun, barrel up, next to the driver’s
seat, and I hopped into the back seat with everyone
else.
The landscape was idyllic. The pink of the sunset
painted the edges of the savannah grass and the acacia
thorns, as dusk coated our eyes with its thin film.
We could pick out only the outlines of zebra and the
glint of their eyes in the light of the car’s headlights.
I was having a hard time focusing on the bucolic scene,
as I kept one eye on the shotgun, which was bouncing
around violently with each bump. After the last pothole
it had landed with the barrel directly in line with
my head. However, before I or another bystander had
our head blown off, the car stopped abruptly and everyone
got out to shoot at some innocent four-legged animals.
Andrew, William and company were
city boys, and for all their posturing about hunting
in the bush, they quickly proved themselves to be
horrible shots. I’m not a fan of hunting, but as a
reasonable ecologist, I’m also not one to judge the
sustainable utilization of natural resources. That
said, there was nothing sustainable about this haphazard
hunting:
Phase I: Graze flanks of
several impala and zebra; miss others entirely; realize
it’s because sun has set and there is no light.
Phase 2: Reconvene and
discover a source of light: the Land Cruiser’s headlights.
Hop back into car and speed through underbrush, maniacally
pursuing animals that know better than to stick around.
Phase 3: An amendment to
Phase 2: stop car; keep headlights on; figure it might
be a little less menacing to skittish animals accustomed
to being prey.
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