May 222017
 


A big game hunter was killed on Friday in Gwai, Zimbabwe, after an elephant shot by a member of his hunting group fell on top of him and crushed him to death.

 

Theunis Botha,51, had gone for a walk with a group of hunter when they came across a breeding herd of elephants on Friday afternoon, according to Zimparks spokesman,Mr. Simukai Nyasha.

Three elephants in the herd reportedly stormed the hunters, causing Botha to shoot at them.

A fourth female elephant then rushed at the group from the side and picked up Botha with her trunk, prompting another hunter in the group to shoot at her.

Tragically, the shot she sustained was fatal and caused her to collapse on Botha, killing him in the process.

Botha was reportedly a highly regarded trophy hunter who frequently scouted out wealthy clients in the United States to lead on hunting trips in southern Africa.

His company’s website, Theunis Botha Big Game Safaris, says he pioneered European-style “Monteria hunts” in southern Africa, which utilize hounds to drive large packs towards hunters who then open fire on the animals.

He is survived by his wife, Carika, and their five children.

And tragic as it is for a wife and children to be left without a father, there should be pause for thought of all the orphaned little ones that are shot by hunters.  Are there any thoughts for orphaned babies of elephants, cheetah, lioness, etc. etc.  I cannot image the fear in the eyes and innocent animals who will end up as trophies on rich men’s walls and coffee tables.

Then, there are the words of the late John Denver and his love for nature

There is a river that runs from the mountains
That one river is all rivers
All rivers are that one
There is a tree that stands in the forest
That one tree is all forests
All trees are that one
There is a flower that blooms in the desert
That one blossom is all flowers
All flowers are that one
There is a bird that sings in the jungle
That one song is all music
All songs are that one
It is the song of life
It is the flower of faith
It is the tree of temptation
It is the river of no regret
There is a child that cries in the ghetto
That one child is all children
All children are that one
There is a vision that shines in the darkness
That one vision is all of our dreams
It is a vision of heaven
It is a child of promise
It is the song of life
It is the river of no regret
Let this be a voice for the mountains
Let this be a voice for the river
Let this be a voice for the forest
Let this be a voice for the flowers
Let this be a voice for the ocean
Let this be a voice for the desert
Let this be a voice for the children
Let this be a voice for the dreamers
Let this be a voice of no regret
Songwriters: John Denver

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