The Safari Advisor
Safari, So Good: Botswana's Wild Dogs (by Steve Brynes)
Experts believe that fewer than 5,000 African wild
dogs (Lycaon pictus, commonly known also as the Cape hunting dog or the painted hunting dog) currently exist in the wild, and their
range has declined from 33 to 15 countries. Typically living in packs of 2 to 30 individuals led by a dominant male and female, the
largest populations now exist in Botswana, Zimbabwe and Tanzania. Northern Botswana supports approximately 700 to 800 wild dogs, one
of only four populations containing more than an estimated 250 to 300 dogs in the whole of Africa. The Okavango Delta, where our camp
(Sandibe Safari Lodge) was located, and surrounding areas support healthy populations of all African large carnivores and the wild
dog population of northern Botswana is the largest remaining unprotected African wild dog population on the continent.
call came in about 5:30, an hour before sundown. Sage, our driver and guide, turned to us and, with an obvious excited edge to his
voice, said, "Another car has sighted the impala running. They are being hunted, perhaps by wild dogs. Let's try to find them." Hearing
this, Carlos, our tracker, moved from his foldable seat on the front bumper into the 4x4 landrover, a precaution he followed whenever
we neared predators. And our hearts beat faster at the prospect of seeing one of the African continent's most endangered animals.
half hour later, after innumerable bounces and jostles as we rode over Botswana's rutted, sandy roads or through the tall grasslands
that marked the end of the rainy season (late March), we broke out onto the middle of Chitabe airstrip. Sage turned around once again
and apologized, "I'm sorry. We have seen nothing; perhaps now, before it becomes too dark, is a good time to stop for a drink and
As Sage repositioned the vehicle to the end of the dirt airstrip I tried to reassure my wife, "Don't be disheartened. This
is Africa and animals, even elephants and giraffes, can almost miraculously appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. You just
never know when you'll have a great sighting."
While Sage prepared our safari "tea," Carlos checked a nearby bush and pronounced it
safe for personal use, the cue my wife and I had waited for. As my wife paced back and forth assessing the covering power of the bush
from every angle, I began to tend to nature. No sooner had I begun than I spotted a pack of dogs gliding ghost-like across the airstrip
in the fading daylight. Thrilled to near carelessness, I jumped from the bush yelling to Sage, "Dogs, dogs!" all the while zipping
up. (Safari tip: Zip first, then jump from bush to alert guides.)
Sage instructed us to return to the vehicle immediately so we could
try to follow the dogs. As we dashed back, my wife trailed, lamenting, "But I didn't get to go!" A clear case of you snooze you lose,
No sooner had we piled into the landrover than Sage sped headlong into the tall grass, more in an attempt to intersect
with the pack than to follow it. Within 2 minutes, Sage brought the vehicle to a stop, pointed about 20 feet to our left and whispered
with a mixture of subdued pride and reverence, "There are the wild dogs with their kill."
We had come upon a pack of seven dogs
that had taken down an impala. About the size of a German shepherd, the dogs have long legs, large ears and mottled fur of browns,
black and white. Two aspects of the dogs' behavior became immediately apparent. First, they ate at a remarkable speed, the carcass
disappearing rapidly as we watched. Second, this was no feeding frenzy, but rather an organized and well defined scene, characteristic
of the dogs' feeding style. We noticed that upon completing their meal, the first two dogs to eat immediately left the impala to set
up a perimeter some 10 feet away, on guard for hyenas that were sure to arrive.