Whilst I don't have any text from the person who bequeathed the following to me, I do have a verbal account of what transpired. Given that he died when I was about 10 I'll attempt to recount what was told to me.
My great uncle Frederik Willem Jordaan (my Ouma's=grandmother's) brother was hunting in Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia) in 1950. He chanced upon a lioness and cubs and was attacked. He was carrying a Lee Enfield .303 (what particular type I couldn't tell you) and as it charged at him, he managed to fire but it wasn't a fatal shot. In the process of working the bolt, the lioness was upon him.
All he could do was bring the rifle across his face to protect himself but he did get swiped in the process and as long as I knew him, he bore a heavy scar across his forehead which ran down across his nose and cheek. I can't recall exactly what happened thereafter but I think one of the gun bearers managed to inflict the kill shot and the below was taken from the carcass as a memento - something I treasure.
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