Story the Fifth: Lions

A few years ago, my mother and I went on a week-long photo safari in South Africa. There are any number of remarkable events associated with this trip, including the bizarre story of how we came to go on it in the first place. These, however, are stories for another day. Today, we shall speak of lions. We were assigned a group of four other safari-ers, and the resulting group of six was assigned a guide. Our guide, who shall be known as Gerald (needless to say, this is not his name), joined the group for meals to discuss what we wanted to do and see during the day, and would drive the open truck-like vehicle from which we observed the wildlife each day. The 'hotel', for lack of a better term (it was more like a 'motel without cars, but with monkey and attached massive wooden Beowulf-style dining hall'), was located on a massive game reserve - there were no other buildings visible in any direction. Most days, we would drive about on this, at look at zebras, warthogs, giraffes, and rhinocerii. However, it was generally agreed that it would be silly to go on such a trip and not see elephants, and there were very few elephants on this particular reserve, so the chances of seeing one were low. To correct this, we planned a day-long trip the the much larger Hluhlu-Umfoluzi game reserve (this is even harder to say than it is to spell. I've probably done both wrong. Sorry). Elephants there were, in plenty. and Gerald was ebullient. "See!", he cried "You ask for elephants, I find you elephants. What do you want to see now?"
We wanted to see a lion. Even in this larger reserve, however, lions were scarce, and we were prepared to search in vain. We were lucky, however, and got a tip from another truck of tourists that there had been a lioness seen at a particular location earlier in the day. When we arrived there, there was a single large dead tree perhaps a hundred yards from the road, and in it was a lioness. This was fantastic, and we spent perhaps half an hour photographing, filming, and generally being in wonder of the big cat. Careful observation revealed two sets of ears likely belonging to more lions otherwise entirely concealed in the long grass at the base of the tree. It is at this point that things take a turn for the truly bizarre, for at this point Gerald began to climb out of the vehicle. Apparently, he wanted to convince the lion to move for us. When the lofty cat took no notice of him, he tried shouting at it. The lioness, however, was clearly quite satisfied with her location, and simply stared back, no doubt wondering what the silly apes was up to this time. Having failed to produce results by any method still in the general vicinity of sanity, Gerald picked up a rock and hurled it at the lion. I'm going to say that again, because most readers 'weirdness filter' will have prevented them from fully comprehending it. He began throwing rocks at the lion. He had an impressive arm, and the rocks were falling perhaps two thirds of the way to the tree. This was apparently enough to convince the lioness that this was no longer a sufficiently restful sunning spot, so she stood and gracefully and deliberately descended the tree and vanished into the grass.
All I can add to this is the Mythbusters Standard Disclaimer: "Don't try this at home, we're what you call 'experts'."