Last night I was chased by a lion.

While driving an older model land rover (think UN-style but copper in color) when I noticed a large tuft of hair bouncing behind the back window. As I sped up I noticed taht the back window was filling with this large, male lion. The large gait of it’s stride made each hop look to be coming closer to reaching the vehicle. I decide to slow down, not quite sure what it will do. It threw a paw on the back bumper and still it kept up with the rover on only three legs. I sped up, making the vehicle too fast, and it unlocked it’s grip.

up ahead I saw a line of what I now know to be forest serice/park ranger/alan quartermain-hunter types. One motioned to me in a retreating L shape. He wanted me to get very close and swerve to miss them while making the lion take the shorter path. There were only a couple milli-seconds to think about this.

I swerved and the lion continued straight and it’s front paws were snapped up by a pressure spring laid in the road. Steele locks shot around the paws to enclose them in something like a ball and socket joint. The full weight of the lion went over and it’s body flipped over onto it’s back. As it’s back legs fell to the ground, another set of clamps locked down holding the back legs. The lion, now on its back, writhed and growled as the men standing around backed away to give it enough room. As my vehicle drove further down the road I could see the men, now circled around the lion, closing in slowly to get a better look.