"Dear Diary: Day three of the safari. After a quick breakfast of Tabasco Slim Jims and Diet Mountain Dew my native guide, Fred, has maneuvered me into an excellent position for the culmination of my trip, the confrontation with Simba. Careful not to spook the skittish herds of preschoolers, which would alert the lion to my presence, I ease around the concession stand. The cloying stench of cotton candy fills my nostrils..."
Like I said, one can daydream... :)
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I'm glad you're only entertaining fantasies of hunting lion with a single-shot.
I'm not sure I'd want anything less than a 3-round bolt-action.
The only single-shot caliber I'd be willing to use on a big cat is an RPG.
Rough on the pelt, though.
"cloying stench of cotton candy"
yet another golden chestnut. Much mirth.
I think if I were hunting lion with a single shot, I'd want a guy with a FAL right behind me...
Don't forget to take something in a bit lighter caliber to defend yourself from the poo throwing monkeys.
Isn't that why they made the .223?
*ducks*
The poo would probably be more deadly than the 223...
I don't know if Ebola can be spread by poo or not, but, if so, Ebola poo would be much, much worse.
Are you married?
For lions, I would consider a modern pressure .45/70 in my Winchester.
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