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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

HOW ROBINS WAS INCORPORATED INTO WANKIE NATIONAL PARK

A government gazette issued on 24th February 1928 announced that a 5000 square mile tract of land was to be established as Wankie Game Reserve. (14 600 sq kms)



The area chosen was the result of a poll conducted among the country’s Native Commissioners. Sir Cecil Rodwell, Governor of Southern Rhodesia proclaimed the land.


North of the reserve, a few cattle ranchers occupied the land up to the Deka River. Along the Bulawayo/Wankie railway line (which formed the eastern border) a number of farmers had bought railway blocks of land. In the south east a timber company had a concession for teak and other wood. In the south of the reserve it was bounded by Nature Reserves. In the north was the Tom’s Farm owned by Herbert George Robins.

Herbert George Robins the eldest son of a merchant was born in Margate, Kent on 18th March 1867. He was educated by a tutor at the Collegiate School, Margate. His first employment was as a joiner in 1882. But he had a yearning to go to sea, which his mother was against, so as a compromise he immigrated to Australia in 1886. During his time there he worked in a timber yard and then as a builder and a short stint with the Queensland Police.

In 1892 he arrived in the Cape Colony and made his way to the alluvial diamond diggings in Griqualand. In 1893 he made his way to Matabeleland with some of the first wagons following Major Geeldadam’s column during the Matabeleland war.

He was granted a farm on the pioneer road 30mile from Bulawayo. During the Matabele rebellion was served as Captain in the Bulawayo Field Force. In 1808 he was engaged with the Mashonaland Agency as an Assistant to Harvey to report on the coal in the Wankie area.

In 1902 he was with the Tanganyika Concession to prospect in Congo Free State. During 1911 – 1913 he did an exploratory and prospecting expedition on behalf of the Benguella Railway Company in North East Angola. In 1913 his contract expired and he had accumulated a fair amount of money and retired to his scientific instruments on his farm ‘Little Tom’s Spruit’ named after Saddler in the Wankie district. Geise had been negotiating on his behalf on the purchase of the farm since 1910 and it was not until 1912 that Robins had secured ownership. He found the farm too small to run a cattle ranch so applied for the farm next door, ‘Big Toms Spruit’, which he managed to acquire in 1915. He also acquired another farm and finally had 25 000 acres of land. He put a stop to shooting and took active steps to stop poaching on his land, which had been a hunting ground because of the large variety and number of game. He was also a determined defender of the Wankie Game Reserve against local farmers who urged the Government to exterminate the game and open up the country. As the years passed Robins received increasingly numerous requests from people to view the game on his farm and in 1934 fearing ‘Tom’s Farms’ would be sold on his death to become a shooting box, he offered it to the Southern Rhodesian Government on condition that it be maintained for all time as a game sanctuary. The offer was accepted and the farm today known at the Robin’s Camp Sanctuary, which together with the Wankie Reserve – forms the Hwange National Park.

Robins was a fellow of more than half a dozen societies. His eccentric manner, his large white beard and his somewhat pedantic interest in the expensive scientific instruments which he acquired gave rise to exaggerated reports about him. It was said that he was a recluse who had shut himself off from civilization and company, warding off intruders with this pack of Great Danes. He very much enjoyed his telescope and built a tower in which he could use it and had marked on a square frame all the longitude and latitude markings. On the 27th June 1939 he passed away in Wankie Hospital.



Friday, November 19, 2010

RHINO DE-HORNING – A SAD STORY



The helicopter taking off..

It was early one morning when the sky was just turning red with the rising sun.  The nocturnal animals were giving their final call for the night and the birds singing in a new day, when the peace was disturbed by the noise of a helicopter coming in to land.  The pilot and two vets alighted from the machine and came over to ask if we were interested in witnessing the de-horning of a rhino.  We all readily agreed.
                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                    
Poaching of rhino got to epidemic proportions in the early 1900’s mainly by poachers hacking off the horns and selling them to the Far East for exorbitant prices for several uses including: an alleged remedy against fever, gout, rheumatism, and many other non life threatening ailments, an alleged cure against aggressive cancer, ornamental use, an aphrodisiac (this is denied by the Chinese themselves), and Yambiya handles in Yemen. Amid  controversy it was decided that having this valuable horn going around on four legs was not easy for National Parks anti-poaching teams to protect, so was decided that by de-horning the rhino there would be a better chance of the survival of these prehistoric beasts.

We were given a two-way radio so that we could communicate with the pilot, and he could inform us as to where to go.  With a whirr of the blades and a cloud of dust the helicopter took off, so we all rushed off and grabbed cameras and hats and piled into the vehicle and headed in the direction that we were given, down one of the two lane tracks, with our hearts hammering not sure what to expect. 
The pilot suddenly informed us that they had located a large male rhino and gave us direction, so we then headed off the tracks and ‘bundu bashed’ through thick vegetation until we arrived at the location.  By the time that we arrived one of the vets had already darted the rhino from the helicopter and he was lying peacefully on the ground unaware of what was about to happen to his masculinity, they had placed a cloth over his eyes for protection from the sun.  The vets were busy measuring the beast, checking his blood and checking his heart rate.  All of a sudden the National Parks vet started up the chain saw and started sawing off the sleeping patient’s horn.  The smell was horrendous, as it smelt like burnt nails.  The team worked exceptionally fast even though to us it seemed to take forever listening to the sawing and smelling the horn.  The National Parks Scouts then painted a number on his side and he was tagged in the ear.  We all then had to clear out and get to the safety of our vehicles while the vet gave an anti-dote for the rhino to wake up.

Checking the heart

Sawing off the horn



Putting tar on the after the horn taken off


Number the rhino

Measuring the anti-dote



Unfortunately, by de-horning as many rhino as they could it did not really help the population, as the poachers continued slaughtering the rhino and instead of a horn now they hacked off the tagged ear to given to their dealers to prove that the rhino has been de-horned and maybe they would still get some money for their efforts, and also if a de-horned rhino was killed, bit would save time in tracking these hornless mammals.  Poachers are prepared to remove any amount of horns, including the small stubs on rhino calves, and therefore dehorning is unlikely to be an adequate deterrent. Dehorning will only reduce the temptation to potential poachers if the re‐growth is cut regularly to ensure that the horn mass remains very low. Zimbabwe reported that their dehorning effort was successful, but only if used in conjunction with traditional anti‐poaching measures such as regular patrols and population monitoring. Where we used to going out and seeing a rhino every day, it got down to you being lucky if we saw one at all!!

 
                                                                             The Team

                                                                                                                         

 

 





Thursday, November 18, 2010

PHOTOGRAPHS OF NATIONAL PARKS STAFF

Sorry everyone, this week I am just going to post a whole lot of photographs of staff of National Parks as some folk are interested in them.  I know to some it will be a bore, as they have no idea who these people are, but to others who have been in the department, will find them very interesting.  Next blog I promise to get back to some stories, I have just been a kinda lazy lately.






Thursday, November 11, 2010

I have decided today just to share some photo's with you as there was alot of interest on Face Book for some old National Parks people and stories.  So sorry to bore the folk that are not interested, but will get back to stories next time.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

FOLK TALES

Dad had had a complaint from a local village of a man-eating lion that was causing undue stress to their settlement and had already eaten two people. The first was a truck driver that had spent the night on the side of the road and the second was one of the villagers who had been sitting around the fire when someone had thrown a log on the fire causing sparks to fly up into the night sky.


Dad and two game scouts went to the village to try and kill this man-eater. When night fell the two game scouts sat with their back against the wall and they had a bicycle propped up against the hut next to them, while Dad sat in the vehicle. They had heard the lion calling on and off during the night. In the early hours of the morning the one game scout decided to have a cigarette and as he lit his match the lion attacked the bicycle. In the morning they saw the pug marks of the lion and the bicycle was a bit mangled.






So the next night they decided to set up a bait, and they bought a goat and tied it to a very heavy log ( it took both game scouts to carry it). They build a platform in a tree and one of the game scouts sat in wait there while the other joined Dad in the vehicle, so that he could quickly put the windscreen down and put the head lights on, and Dad would then shoot. They sat quietly anticipating every second that ticked by . Finally the game scout put his hand on Dad’s knee and whispered “It’s here!” The game scout put the windscreen down, Dad got his rifle ready and when they switched on the head lights the goat and the log had gone. Hmmmm….. The game scout on the platform heard nothing.





Dad then decided to get some traps and torches from Head Office. He explained to the Chief of his intentions and the Chief said that they would never get the lion as a man from the village had slept with his sister. Dad then enquired about the truck driver and the Chief explained that he was a distant relative, and the other chap was a closer relation and this was a warning that the culprit would be next. The Chief explained that the man had to pay ZW$10 to the Spirits of the Lions before it would end. Dad asked why this had not happened yet. The Chief explained that it was too far for him to go to pay the fine. Dad said that he was going in that direction and he would take the guilty man to the Spirit of the Lion to pay his fine.





When Dad got back to Head Office he was immediately sent off on another errand so a fellow colleague took over. They went back to the village and spent four nights there. They heard the lion nightly, but each night further away until eventually there was nothing and no-one else was eaten.



Tuesday, June 8, 2010

ANNUAL GAME COUNT

One year we decided to participate in the annual game count, which means you have to sit at an allocated pan from 12 noon on the Saturday of the full moon till 12 noon on the Sunday, (normally during the months of September or October when the rains have not yet begun in full) and count all the game and bird life that you see. We invited two friends from Australia, Cathy and Tom, to join us on this particular count.



We had been given a pan in the far north of the Park, so we load up the open back bakkie with our entire essentials for a night of camping. Mum, Dad and Cathy were in the cab and Tom and I lay on a mattress on top of all our gear. We left home early to enable us to get to our pan by 12 noon. It was a very uneventful trip until we got to about an hour from our destination, when we came across a pride of about 13 lions being chased off their zebra carcass by a pack of 16 hyenas. We stopped and watched the fracas going on for a while, as it was very interesting. Suddenly Cathy hears a crack on the left of the vehicle and we all notice that the hyenas had chased a lioness up a spindly Mopani tree right next to us. Cathy was now more concerned about the two of us on the back of the vehicle and worried that we were going to be added to the zebra carcass and managed to persuade my father to drive on.


We got to the pan and found a suitable place to set up for our 24 hour game count. The rules were that we had to stay in the vehicle for the duration, but Dad always erected a canvas from the vehicle out, so that we could sit under it to record the game that came down to drink and the back of the vehicle was used for the people that were off duty during the night to catch up on a few hours sleep before their next shift. Of course my father always had to pick an elephant path to camp on as his reasoning was that it was the flattest ground around! By now Cathy had refused to get out of the vehicle, so my father told her that if she did not get out of the vehicle there would be no dinner for her! She reluctantly got out of the cab and joined us under the canvas for some warming stew and coffee.

 



Once dinner was over, Cathy now figured that it was quite safe to be out of the vehicle and was quite relaxed. We had counted a number of species of game come down to drink, among the lot a herd of elephant cows and calves. One female had obviously just given birth to a baby and so was very protective of her offspring and was not happy with the intrusion at her water-hole. She decided to mock charge us, at which my father calmly puffing on his pipe just tapped the side of the vehicle, which sent her away. But then she decided that we were a real threat to her young and came charging towards us in a serious charge. By now Cathy had grabbed hold of both my mother and I and was trying to get all three of us in the cab of the vehicle at the same time!! While my father carried on casually puffing away and telling the cow to go away that we were no threat. She finally decided to back of once she was within a few metres of us.


Pastel Picture of Elephant by author

Once the herd of cows and calves had finished their bathing and drinking and had meandered off, which was about 11pm, Cathy and I decided that it was our turn to do the next few hours shift, while the others caught up on some sleep.

All was quite except for the call of a Giant Eagle Owl and some nightjars joining in the melodies to break the  night silence.  We were having a hard time trying to keep awake during the our watch so we were eating chocolate and doing leg exercises in the hope of keeping awake. Suddenly a bull elephant came wandering down towards the pan to have his evening drink and bath.  In the moonlight we could just make out his shape, and hear his splashing and sucking of water which made silver ripples on the muddy water.  When he decided he had had enough he started ambling off in our direction. Cathy got a bit worried and started tapping on the car door as Dad had done earlier to let him know wer were there, which he seemed not to hear being an elderly male, or he just had selective hearing.  So she started banging on the door frantically, which woke the whole camp and certainly broke the silence of the night.  Thankfully with all the clatter he took off at a hasty pace in another direction.  Well that woke us up and  managed to keep on counting with hammering hearts, eyes wide open and ears listening for any crunch of kalahari sand or leaf breaking. 
Lilac Breasted Roller in pastel by author

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

ANNUAL GAME COUNT

One year we decided to participate in the annual game count, which means you have to sit at an allocated pan from 12 noon on the Saturday of the full moon till 12 noon on the Sunday, (normally during the months of September or October when the rains have not yet begun in full) and count all the game and bird life that you see. We invited two friends from Australia, Cathy and Tom, to join us on this particular count.


We had been given a pan in the far north of the Park, so we load up the open back bakkie with our entire essentials for a night of camping. Mum, Dad and Cathy were in the cab and Tom and I lay on a mattress on top of all our gear. We left home early to enable us to get to our pan by 12 noon. It was a very uneventful trip until we got to about an hour from our destination, when we came across a pride of about 13 lions being chased off their zebra carcass by a pack of 16 hyenas. We stopped and watched the fracas going on for a while, as it was very interesting. Suddenly Cathy hears a crack on the left of the vehicle and we all notice that the hyenas had chased a lioness up a spindly Mopani tree right next to us. Cathy was now more concerned about the two of us on the back of the vehicle and worried that we were going to be added to the zebra carcass and managed to persuade my father to drive on.

We got to the pan and found a suitable place to set up for our 24 hour game count. The rules were that we had to stay in the vehicle for the duration, but Dad always erected a canvas from the vehicle out, so that we could sit under it to record the game that came down to drink and the back of the vehicle was used for the people that were off duty during the night to catch up on a few hours sleep before their next shift. Of course my father always had to pick an elephant path to camp on as his reasoning was that it was the flattest ground around! By now Cathy had refused to get out of the vehicle, so my father told her that if she did not get out of the vehicle there would be no dinner for her! She reluctantly got out of the cab and joined us under the canvas for some warming stew and coffee.



Once dinner was over, Cathy now figured that it was quite safe to be out of the vehicle and was quite relaxed. We had counted a number of species of game come down to drink, among the lot a herd of elephant cows and calves. One female had obviously just given birth to a baby and so was very protective of her offspring and was not happy with the intrusion at her water-hole. She decided to mock charge us, at which my father calmly puffing on his pipe just tapped the side of the vehicle, which sent her away. But then she decided that we were a real threat to her young and came charging towards us in a serious charge. By now Cathy had grabbed hold of both my mother and I and was trying to get all three of us in the cab of the vehicle at the same time!! While my father carried on casually puffing away and telling the cow to go away that we were no threat. She finally decided to back of once she was within a few metres of us.
Once the herd of cows and calves had finished their bathing and drinking and had meandered off, which was about 11pm, Cathy and I decided that it was our turn to do the next few hours shift, while the others caught up on some sleep. We were having a hard time trying to keep away so we were eating chocolate and doing leg exercises in the hope of keeping awake. Suddenly a bull elephant came wandering down to have his evening drink and in the moonlight we could just make out his shape, and hear his splashing and sucking of water. When he decided he had had enough he started ambling off in our direction. Cathy started tapping on the car door, which he seemed not to hear. So she started banging on the door frantically