Just for fun: a shelf in the library has accumulated a bunch of photos with this theme, dating from the thirties (Betsy Huntington) to just eleven years ago (me). Here are a few.
First, Betsy, at four, with her mother, at the Pyramids:
Second, Libby on an elephant, in the early seventies, at TIGERtops (see below) in Nepal; looking for tigers, of course.
Me in Zimbabwe in ’97, just before it all went to hell, with an orphaned rhino. God, I look like Redmond O’Hanlon— Anglos in the tropics, fat and sweat and curly hair, oh my. (The head ranger there, when I asked him why he was successful, answered with great gusto and a big grin “because I kill so many poachers”. Tough neighborhood).
Finally (horses are technically megafauna) a more familiar strange road: Bayaan Olgii 2000, second Mongolian “expedition”, chasin’ eagles near Ulaan Hus with Bolatbek’s relatives.
Horses are megafauna, yes, and that one pushes the definition a tad, no?
You're right Josh- at about 13 hands "mega" may not be quite appropriate…