Back to the original post. I will offer my observations from my CBL hunt. First, it was not clear with whether the lion was actually captive bred or if it was a problem lion that had been captured by the authorities and then sold to a game farm (the ranch where I hunted did both). The ranch where I hunted was very large. I never did find out the exact size, but I was told that at any time there are 25 - 50 lions living on it. Some of the females even breed. First day, we dragged bait (like someone else mentioned). The second day started early with us driving the roads where the bait had been dragged the day before looking for tracks. After doing that for awhile, a call came over the radio. One of the trackers had found a fresh track in the Kalahari sand (amazing!). Then the "race" was on. Of course, it wasn't a race. It was a very slow, methodical tracking effort. The entire team (outfitter, PH and tracker) were "switched on". This wasn't just a stalk of a plains game antelope. You could tell from how they handled themselves that this was deadly serious. As an aside, I was hunting with torn cartilage in my right now. As wasn't able to move quickly as normal. I couldn't keep up, so I quietly said, "Psssst". The way my PH's head spun around he was lucky he didn't get whiplash and the look on his face made it clear that this was a deadly game we were playing. At one point, the tracker discovered that lioness had doubled back on her own track and waited in some thick cover to see who or what was following her. She had then moved on. Eventually, we caught up with her. I quickly put two shots in her. She was supposedly dead. However, when we walked over, you could see that she was breathing rapidly, even though her eyes were closed. I have no idea why my PH didn't have me put the finishing shot in her right then. Instead, he and the outfitter decided, "Let's back up and give her some time." We did that, but after a couple minutes she revived enough to roll over, facing us. At that point, the PH had me kneel down and shoot her in the chest, and again, and again (5 times!). That's when she decided she had enough and was going to share the pain. She started to get up and at the same time roar/growl. Fortunately, I had my scope on her chest and just had to pull the trigger to stop the charge before it had really begun. That's when we went around to the side and put a shot in the heart to put an end to the drama. (It turned out that the bullets were breaking up when they hit the taught muscles of the chest. None of those frontal shots penetrated.) That's the story of my CBL hunt. I didn't feel there was anything "canned" about it. Yes, the bullets I was given were inadequate. Other than that, it was a great experience - and I got it done before the window for importing from South Africa slammed shut.