You don’t hear a lion roaring, you feel it. She thought the Land Rover was going to rattle itself apart at the rivets! One of the old Londolozi rangers once told me how about how she had all six of the Mapogo males arranged around her vehicle when they all began bellowing in unison. Better yet, a big coalition roaring together. For now I just want to shoot the breeze about the vocal efforts of Africa’s apex predator.įor me, and I’m sure for many others out there, the number one African experience you can ever have the privilege of enjoying is being next to a male lion when he’s roaring.
Although I suppose that these attributes of a lion’s roar I just mentioned would go a long way into answering some of the questions I’ll pose here, we can go into that another time. I don’t want to go into too much of the physics here, so don’t expect talk of pitch and decibels and wavelengths.
