The old routes through East Africa to ports in the Indian Ocean along which the Arab slave gatherers drove their captive hordes to this day are the hangouts of lion who have no fear of human beings and therefor see us as food and not as the apex predator a powerful big calibre hunting rifle makes us feel.
One must only once experience the nauseating rotten smell of a male lion in the dark very near you, with your .416 Rigby standing against a tree stump opposite your rickety camp table you are sitting at writing up your diary by the half light of a hurricane lamp to realise that we are NOT the apex predator at all.
Then, getting the loaded rifle and retiring to your little nylon tent, full knowing that you are camped right on that old slave route straight to the old Arab coastal town of Pemba south-east of you, and for three hours endure the yards-away challenging roars reverberating in your chest, challenging you to come out like a man and fight while you very well know that not your best spotlight will give you an advantage. And then the following morning finding this yards away from where you had sat the previous night and smelled him and fortunately recognised it for what it was and not thinking that it may be some rotting carcass a distance away brought to you by the night breeze:
Not small in any language
The other paw damaged by a poacher's trap
This area on the old slave route, close to the Tanzania border still has an average of two hundred people killed and eaten every year, not counting those that survived with terrible injuries.
About 200 miles to the north around Njombe in Tanzania was where at least 1,500 people had been killed and eaten until George Rushby was contracted to shoot every lion of that generation that had been reared on human flesh. While he was at it during 1941-1942 another 163 humans were killed and eaten, and as he was chasing the remaining 15 identified man-eaters they killed another 86.
The question is often asked what makes some prides search for humans to eat and Terry Irwin, the author of the article in the December 2016 issue of Man-Magnum states that of the many maneaters he had hunted down and killed, not a single one was in bad condition. These prides appear to exist in the exact locations along old and err.. not-so-old slave routes at the junctions where the sick lame and lazy were discarded to die.
Many rural tribes in Mozambique and Tanzania to this day do not bury their dead, and since AIDS had been taking its toll the numbers of dead had increased tremendously the past twenty years. Driving through the Mozambique outback you pass through towns with gravelled streets and intact houses and huts where not a single living human being exists.
Hunting the wilderness areas of Mozambique and Tanzania one very soon gets the feeling that you have stepped back in time by a hundred years. Yes, you will see cellphones even in the most wild, remote areas (in fact the Mozambique government has put much of the Western Slope to shame regarding cellphone coverage into the deepest wildest areas where there is zero other infrastructure). I had to blaze a 20 km trail from another 50 km 4x4 track through virgin bush to be able to build a hunting camp right in the heart of big game wilderness.