We also saw low key poaching activity in Busanga. Like the ragged Sudanese subsistence poacher in The Season of the Year, we came across a man tending fires out on the savannah, drying out lechwe meat destined for the markets 100 miles to the south of Kafue. A citizen's arrest was made and we took him back to camp for questioning by the rangers and, most likely, a sound beating, but this was done away from tourist eyes and we never saw him again. We were told he'd been taken back out onto the plains to show where he and his small group of friends had cached the rest of the biltong they'd been making, which was duly confiscated and then they all were left to walk their weary back home across hot and dusty terrain. A far cry from the hi-tech hunting rifles and trucks of the organised big business gangs of ivory and rhino horn poachers in Southern and East Africa.
Excerpt from Smoke and Thunder
Watching - told from the perspective of the leopard, Lyssa as she shields her cubs from intrusive tourist eyes