Welcome to the Stories page of LongDaySafaris.

Over the years, I’ve had the privilege of experiencing things that most people only hear about around a campfire or at a backyard BBQ. Friends in both South Africa and the United States often tell me I should share these stories, so this page is where I’ll start doing just that.

I’ve lived in the African bush where lions and elephants roam free, worked on dairy and cattle farms, and today I’m involved in large-scale pig production. Along the way, I’ve also cycled across parts of Africa, dealing with border crossings and the challenge of finding food and water on the road.

Here you’ll find a growing collection of real stories from the bush, the farm, and the road. Each one will link to the full story as I add them over time.

Camp fire 1:

Elephant Teasing Harry

Posted on Mar 22, 2026

When I was living in the Sabi Sands Game Reserve, I shared a campsite with a friend named Harry. It was a simple setup — a main house and a small cottage sitting in a clearing in the African bushveld (savanna). Nights out there were usually quiet, except for the sounds of wildlife moving through the bush.

One night, though, a large bull elephant decided to pay Harry a visit. The elephant stood right in front of his house, calmly tearing apart a bush like he owned the place.

Harry wasn’t too impressed.

First, he went outside and tried to chase the elephant away. The elephant barely acknowledged him. Next, Harry came back out with a firecracker, hoping the noise would scare the big guy off.

That didn’t work either.

Between Harry’s front door and the elephant was a Toyota Land Cruiser pickup with a heavy-duty bull bar on the front. So Harry climbed into the pickup, slammed the door, honked the horn, and made as much noise as he could to try and scare the elephant away.

The elephant simply walked out into the clearing where the road comes in.

Harry drove the pickup up behind him and kept honking. It was quite a sight to watch — I was lying in my bed looking out the window at the whole thing. Honestly, if that elephant had decided to sit down, he probably would have sat right on the hood of the pickup.

The elephant slowly headed down the road and then moved into a patch of bush that sits between the entrance and exit road into the clearing. Harry circled around the bush a few times with the pickup, but he still couldn’t get the elephant to move on.

Eventually, Harry gave up and went off to bed.

The elephant, however, just stood quietly in the dark, waiting until the lights in the house went off. Then he snapped a small tree, the sound echoing through the bush. Harry rushed out again with a spotlight, but when you shine a spotlight on an elephant at night they look grey and blend right into the darkness. He couldn’t see a thing.

Luckily, my eyes had already adjusted to the dark and there was a half moon out, so I could see what was going on.

The elephant stood still for a while, and when the night sounds started filling the air again, he quietly walked through the bush to the opposite side of the house. There he waited again. Then suddenly — crack — he ripped off another branch, the sound carrying through the bushveld.

Out came Harry again with the spotlight. Still nothing. After a moment he went back inside.

The elephant stayed quiet for about ten minutes and then slowly walked around behind my cottage. At this point he was standing about five feet from my pillow. I was lying in bed watching him through the window.

Now he was in the shadow of my cottage, hidden from the main house. The big bull stood there dangling his trunk, twisting the end of it like someone turning their wrist. It was amazing how such a huge animal could be so quiet.

He slowly shifted his weight from leg to leg, waiting for the sounds of the night to build again. The cicadas were ringing loudly through the air. I could tell he was getting ready to move on.

Then he started to swagger off past my cottage. I could see the folds in his skin and his tail swaying with each step. As he passed the big jackalberry tree in front of my place, he ripped off a large branch and kept walking.

He crossed the dry sandy riverbed and disappeared into the night.

Not long after, Harry came out again with his spotlight.

That elephant bull definitely had a sense of humor — he was just teasing Harry. The bull knew him well. He had been visiting that campsite for years. And when the lemon tree is full, he comes in and strips the leaves and lemons off in one wrap of his trunk.