Poaching Quarterly Lyndsey Miles Issue - Page 11


Gone For Good

After many years in the Sanctuary, Ishanga was thriving. She was happy and healthy. Ishanga was eating eight pounds of food a day, not to mention gallons of water. She was actually waiting along with everyone at the Sanctuary for the birth of fellow orphan Keeli's calf. She was a bit lazy, realxing for a bit more of the day then some of the others at the Sanctuary, but she was cherished. When she was about five, there was a mass releasing of elephants, causing Ishanga Keeli, and Keeli's calf named Jakuta to be the only young female elephants in the sanctuary soon though, Ishanga too was released into the wild. She was tagged and given satellite tracking, and then she was off. Not quite two weeks later, her tracker started to beep. Questions flew. What had it been set to? Where was the device put? What could have happened? Has this happened before? Days full of data and treks out of the nearby Wildlife Reserve Ishanga's fate was finally revealed to heart-breaking answers. Her tracker was set to beep if she left the huge park, and it was implanted into her tusk. An expedition just past the borders found a truck full of ivory hidden in the bushes, and a variety of poaching weapons near the truck. Bits of elephant and rhino hide was scattered everywhere, and a few miles away were the bodies. About a dozen elephant, both male, female, young and old, and and about three rhinos, all large adult male carcasses were scattered everywhere, including one young female later identified as Ishanga. One day, she was happy and healthy watching , the next she was laying dead without tusks. Many thought Ishanga's story was happy, but it turns out to be the saddest of all.

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