An elderly Lion in his final hours. (Photograph by Larry Pannell)

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image showing An elderly Lion in his final hours. (Photograph by Larry Pannell)

Choco_pasta2 on September 26th, 2024 at 12:40 UTC »

When a male lion is too old to defend his pride or territory, he typically gets ousted by a younger, stronger rival. In most cases, when this happens, the old male lion is forced to leave the pride. Female lions do not take care of males once they are no longer dominant, and the male will usually have to fend for himself.

An older lion that has been ousted from a pride will struggle to survive because he loses access to the females that do most of the hunting for the pride. He may try to scavenge or hunt small game, but lions are not solitary hunters by nature, and older lions can struggle with injury or weakness, making hunting difficult. As a result, many old male lions eventually succumb to starvation, injury, or predation by other animals, including hyenas or younger lions.

In some cases, if they are fortunate enough, old males might form small coalitions with other lone males for companionship or protection, but eventually, most die either from starvation or natural causes related to aging.

SKG1991 on September 26th, 2024 at 14:35 UTC »

Nature is brutal. People like to romanticize nature but the reality is the death of wild animals is almost always brutal. They either starve to death or are mauled by predators.

Spartan2470 on September 26th, 2024 at 17:29 UTC »

Here is a higher quality and less cropped version of this image. Here is the source. Credit to the photographer, Larry Pannell. Per the source (which has more pictures of this lion):

We decided to try an area where we found a small herd of elephants the day before that was near a watering hole called Rabelias Dam near Orpen Camp. Upon arriving we notice a large male lion crouching on the shore.

As our cameras clicked away you could see something was off, his posture just did not look right. On closer examination looking through the lens his left hind leg was protruding and at a strange angle. After he had his fill of water he struggled to his feet hardly able to stand. What you did not notice while he was drinking, he literally was nothing but skin and bones.

He slowly moved away from the water and staggered as if he was drunk towards a small rise. Every few steps he would stop to catch his breath, his head hanging low until he had enough energy to take a few more steps. Upon reaching the rise he turned to face the water hole and began his slow descent to the ground. About half way down he collapsed the rest of the way. It was evident he was in his last days if not his last hours on this earth.

As we continued to watch this once beautiful and strong lion a small herd of elephants arrived at the waters edge. The elephants drank, played squirting water into the air over themselves and others to cool down from the days heat.

One of the larger elephants left the others and walked towards the rise not far from where the lion had collapsed as if to stand guard over the herd. At first he did not notice the lion lying low in the grass about 30 yards away trying to stay out of sight.

Then in an instant the elephant reared, ears outstretched and flapping as he took several steps back, trumpeted and charged the lion. Upon hearing the elephant start his charge all the other elephants started to charge as well, trunks in the air trumpeting as the ran towards the lion.

Maybe in his younger more virile days the lion would have tried to make a stand, at least roar at the top of his lungs. But not now, now it took every bit of energy he had to get to his feet turn and run.

After everything settled down Greg and I drove to find the lion. We found him lying in the grass, exhausted unable to move. We were no more then five feet from him as he lay dying in the shade of a tree. Dropping my camera we stared at one another locking eyes for what seemed for an eternity. I just wanted him to know that he would not die alone as he struggled to breath, his chest rising only every so often. Then a last twitch of an ear, his last breath, he was gone. The King was dead.

Over the years as a photojournalist I have photographed people that had lost everything in earthquakes, fires and landslides, people that had been injured, people that were dying but I have never photographed anything as sad as this majestic animal, the true king of the beasts and master of his domain. I will never forget what I was so privileged to have witnessed.

Later we learned that the name of this noble lion was Skybed Scar. The lion was well known in the Kruger National Park where he roamed and ruled for many years. He lived free and he died free.