Sounds like you'd need to hire Walter E. Kurtz as your guide on your safari adventure!! Taken from his safari diary:
"I remember when I was on a safari. Seems a thousand centuries ago. Some poachers went into an area to find some animals. They left the area after they'd found and killed some animals, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. They went back there and we had come and shot off every other arm. There they were in a pile: a pile of poacher arms. And I remember I...I...I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized, like I was shot — like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God, the genius of that. The genius! The will to do that: perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized WE were stronger than THEM, because we could stand it. we were not monsters. We are people, trained cadres —people who fought with their hearts, who had families, who have children, who are filled with love — but we had the strength — the strength! — to do that. If I had ten divisions of those people our troubles there would be over very quickly."