'He had only navigated one hundred metres from his hiding place when suddenly out of nowhere he heard a terrifying sound. The sound made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It was a deep guttural growl that sent a chill up his spine and stopped him cold in his tracks. In the moonlight, he made out the silhouette of a massive male lion dead ahead of him. It was no more than sixty meters on his chosen path, and it was looking straight at him.'