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The story of Rupert Fothergill,
game ranger, leader and reluctant hero of Operation Noah,
in a way runs parallel with the history of the first seventeen
years of game conservation in the country today known as
Zimbabwe. It follows the evolution of the then Game Section
of the Department of Mines, Lands and Surveys of the Southern
Rhodesia government to what eventually became one of the
most effective wildlife bodies in Africa - the Department
of National Parks and Wildlife Management of Rhodesia.
From a lone Game Officer to a staff of hundreds.
The effort of today's conservationists
have been largely built on the foundation work carried
out by a small band of men who got on with the task of
organised game conservation many years ago: the early Game
Wardens who, even then, never had enough fingers to plug
the holes in the dykes trying to keep wildlife from leaking
away.
The success of Operation Noah was not an easy act to follow.
What does a Game Warden do when he has just finished leading
the biggest wild animal rescue operation in history? For
Rupert it was a return to Salisbury, bureaucracy, and new
tasks. There was plenty to he done. The world had heard
of Southern Rhodesia and her wildlife. The Game Department
evolved, new sanctuaries were promulgated, conservation
was a success story. The years following Operation Noah
heralded a new era in game conservation. Rupert found that
things had changed. It was the time of the academics. the
bright new breed of degreed researchers. Doctorates were
the order of the day. Fifty-five years old and edging towards
the mandatory government retirement age, he was considered
by some in the recently melded Department of National Parks
and Wildlife Management to be an anachronism, a dinosaur
in the fast changing, brave new world.
Nevertheless, there were times when the
New Order still relied on the Old. |