I awake at 4:30am. The air is perfectly crisp and cool. I can hear the light pattering of each and every rain drop as they land on the heavy canvas walls of my tent. Not a tent in the traditional sense. Luxurious accommodations for the rustic nature lover. I hear a soulful sound in the distance. A lion calling to his pride. The hunt is coming to an end. As my adventure for the day begins.