Scar: The Lion. The Legend.

Photographing Scar the lion in the Masai Mara

I heard about Scarface “Scar” long before my trip to the Masai Mara in 2014, but I never thought I’d see him in the fur.  He’s a bush celebrity like the famed female leopard, Legadema, in Botswana, the subject of the National Geographic documentary Eye of the Leopard, And to see him in real life is a bit of a “thang.”

His virility, his widow’s peak of a black mane sweeping back from his forehead like an evil Disney character and his…um… scars (ladies always like a sexy scar) have made him a living legend.

Like the knights of old, Scar has fought many battles. In 2012, he lost his right upper eyelid while making a territory grab with his three lion brothers Hunter, Sikio and Morani. (Here’s a photo of him around that time.)

Photographing Scar the lion in the Masai Mara

Scar looking all kitty-like

Together, they are affectionately called the Four Musketeers. They won the paws of the fair Marsh Pride females from the unfortunate males they either killed or sent packing.

A little over a year ago, thanks to the efforts of the Conservancy vets, he survived a Maasai spear to his side after he tried to kill a warrior’s cow. (Note to Scar: Don’t mess with the Maasai.) He’s the lion equivalent of the Energizer bunny: he takes a licking but keeps on ticking! And the crowds go wild… metaphorically of course.

In July of this past year, I saw friends posting images of Scar on Facebook while on safari in the Mara Triangle. Unexpectedly, he and two of his three siblings, Hunter and Sikio, crossed the Mara River and were wreaking havoc with the males there, taking over prides right and left.  I was so jealous; I wanted to see Scar too!

And then I forgot about it. Life and all.

Photographing Scar the lion in the Masai Mara

Fast forward to my second day in the Triangle in September. I was alone in the jeep at sunrise with my guide/driver Sammy. He heard from the Conservancy rangers, with whom we stopped to chat, that three lions were less than a mile from camp. Sammy put the jeep in gear and we were on our way.

Moments later we found the trio snoozing out in the open, their thick, dew covered manes glistening in the sun. Sammy, his binoculars digging into his forehead, burst into a big toothy grin and said the magic word…. “Scar!”

Sleeping like a kitty cat in the grass, the celebrated lion lay only 100 feet in front of our vehicle, the sooty black scar above his right eye in clear view.

Photographing Scar the lion in the Masai Mara

(To be frank, it wasn’t the first meeting I’d hoped for. If I were his publicist, I’d never let people see him curled up like a giant house cat in public. Too wussy. It detracts from his image. It’s like finding James Bond sucking his thumb. Perhaps if he curled up on the bones of his enemies…. But I digress.

The boys were down for the count, and though they later got up to move a few hundred yards further up the road, they quickly sat down again to continue their nap.

We saw Scar and his handsome siblings quite a few times in the Masai Mara over the next seven days. They stayed near our camp and we could hear them roaring into the night.

Photographing Scar the lion in the Masai Mara

All in all, our Scar sightings were on the mellow side. No raging battles for dominance. No chest thumping. He was either laying down or walking to a place where he could lie down. Or sleeping. You get my drift.

I never captured the quintessential shot I had in my mind: Leaping towards a foe, his face frozen in a cruel snarl….

But it was Scar, and it was all good by me!

Updated: The last two photos I  included are from another trip so that you could get a better look at him.

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