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OUR JEEP’S CB radio was abuzz with static-choked voices frantically shouting directions to the lions’ location. Just as my private guide, Elias, and I crested a ridge in Namibia’s 1,110-acre Palmwag Concession in the Namib Desert, a man chimed in on channel two to report that a few lions were spotted “near the original junction road by the old bridge.” Elias spun the vehicle and barreled over the scrubby dunes.
The directions, given by Dr. Flip Stander, were intentionally vague. As director of Desert Lion Conservation,…