@gillettehunterI always enjoy your stories. Amazing how easily you seemed to eliminate these mauraders. I realize thats the results of years of practice and experience... Thanks for sharing.
@PARA45What a great story, thank you Professor. Do you have any pictures of the tiger from the night you killed it?
@Sika98kIt’s probably been asked before but has your book been translated into English ? I for one would love a copy.
Excellent news! Please inform us when they become available.
@ professor MuwlaNext day , I set off at around 7:15 AM in the morning in my old Ford pickup truck . By roughly 4:30 PM , I had arrived at the Khulna division ( located in the southwestern corner of the country ) . From there , it did not take me long to reach the Dublar Chor forest range of the Sundarban mangrove forests .
Once I had arrived there , I made my way to the head office of the Dublar Chor Forest Guards . Parking my old Ford pickup truck at the driveway , I went inside to meet the senior Forest Guard . Once I met the gentleman , I told him why I had arrived and I requested an LOA ( Letter Of Authorization ) from him . This letter was evidence that I was authorized to hunt down the marauding Royal Bengal tiger which was operating in the Dublar Chor forest range . I also asked the senior Forest Guard if I could enlist the assistance of a Garo tribesman for aiding me in tracking the marauder . The gentleman told me that a Garo tracker would arrive at the head office to aid me , by morning . He also handed me a map of the entire Dublar Chor wireless radio , so that I could communicate with the head office whenever necessary .
I ate my dinner at the mess hall of the head office of the Dublar Chor Forest Guards : A plate of mutton boti kebab and crispy paratha flatbreads . I completed the meal with a tin of sprite and then went to sleep in the store room of the head office . The Forest Guards were most courteous and accommodating because they provided me with a mattress , blanket and pillow for the night . The following day , I showered and shaved in the bathroom of the head office , before making my way outside . It was here that I would meet my Garo tracker .
His name was Vivuti and he was about 70 years old . A frail and hunch backed elderly man with a bald head and a scraggly white beard . His teeth ( perhaps he had nine or ten ) were all stained black due to years of chewing betel nut and he wore a tattered white T shirt along with a pair of blue shorts . Like most Garo tribesmen , his feet were covered with the traditional rubber sandal . He did not look like much , but I knew that most Garo tribesmen were immensely talented trackers whose appearances could be quite deceiving . Garo tribesmen do not shake hands but rather show their respect to others , with a long bow . Vivuti gave me the traditional bow and I paid my respects by bowing , as well .
I went to my Ford pickup truck and opened the trunk . I recovered my .458 Winchester Magnum , the box of Winchester Super Speed 510 grain soft nosed factory loads , my Laurona 12 bore sidelock ejector and the four Eley Alphamax LG shells . I loaded three rounds into the magazine of my .458 Winchester Magnum and I loaded two Eley Alphamax LG shells into the breech of my Laurona 12 bore sidelock ejector . I put three .458 Winchester Magnum soft nosed rounds in each of the two pockets of my sleeveless hunting jacket . I handed Vivuti my Laurona 12 bore sidelock ejector and the two extra Eley Alphamax LG shells . I asked him if he had ever fired a gun , to which he replied that he had once been a Sepoy in the army of British India ( prior to India achieving independence in 1947 ) . Satisfied with his answer , we both began our long day .
As I have mentioned in several of my previous writings , dinghy boats are the only feasible method of traveling through the thousands of canals which run through the Sundarban mangrove forests . For this reason , the Dublar Chor Forest Guards had provided with with a forest department issued dinghy boat . Our boatman was a pleasant gentleman man in his early forties , by the name of Mainur . It was Mainur’s duty to ferry Vivuti and myself all over the Dublar Chor forest range .
@Professor MalwaTrue to his words , Mainur arrived at our location to pick up Vivuti and I as soon as he had heard the gunshot . The three of us struggled to get the heavy carcass of the marauding Royal Bengal tiger to the dinghy boat , but nevertheless we eventually succeeded . From there , it did not take us long to reach the head office of the Dublar Chor Forest Guards .
An autopsy of the marauding Royal Bengal tiger , made it crystal clear why it had turned to feeding on human beings . He was a massive fully mature male , weighing exactly 272 kilograms . From snout to tail , he measured ten feet and six inches and was approximately nine years old . There was a healed wound in his paunch . It was a partially mushroomed 244 grain .315 calibre soft nosed bullet . I recognized the calibre , right away . It was fired from an Indian Ordinance Factories .315 calibre bolt action rifle . In other words , this must have been the work of an Indian poacher . Perhaps , the poacher had wounded the Royal Bengal tiger in the corner of the Sundarban mangrove forests which had fallen within India’s territory . Perhaps , the poacher had sneaked into the Bangladeshi part of the Sundarban mangrove forests and attempted to take down this Royal Bengal tiger ; right under our noses . Regardless , it was the actions of the Indian poacher which directly played a hand in this animal claiming 24 human lives . As I have mentioned in several of my previous writings , an injured Royal Bengal tiger turns to human beings for food because human beings are ( typically ) far easier to hunt down than Axis deer or wild boars ( the natural diet of the Royal Bengal tiger ) .
The Dublar Chor Forest Guards were extremely content with the relatively swift manner in which the marauding Royal Bengal tiger had been disposed of . The senior Forest Guard rewarded me , with the promised 800 Taka and I was also allowed to retain the hide of the marauder . I shared 400 Taka with Vivuti and also let him have the much sought after testicles of the marauding Royal Bengal tiger ( which as I have mentioned in several of my previous writings , the Garo tribesmen consider to be an aphrodisiac ) . Vivuti gratefully told me that he would give the Royal Bengal tiger’s testicles to his eldest son , who had just recently gotten married .
The following day , I took permission from the senior Forest Guard to let me shoot an Axis stag for the larder . The gentleman courteously gave me the permission , at once . Later during the day , I set off with Vivuti and Mainur ( in Mainur’s dinghy boat ) to go and look for a herd of Axis deer . While traveling downriver , we spotted an entire herd of these animals drinking the water at the edge of one of the larger canals . This is something which the Axis deer inhibiting the Sundarban mangrove forests always do . At roughly 5:00 PM to 6:00 PM everyday , they always come down in herds to drink water at the edge of the riverbanks .
I had both my .458 Winchester Magnum and my Laurona 12 bore sidelock ejector in the dinghy boat , at my disposal . I decided to try my hand at taking down one of the Axis stags , with my .458 Winchester Magnum . Raising the rifle to my left shoulder , I took off the safety catch and took aim at the neck of the largest Axis stag which I could get my sights on . Squeezing the trigger , I gripped the .458 Winchester Magnum tightly as the recoil kicked the butt of the rifle against my shoulder . A loud gunshot echoed through the entire Dublar Chor forest range , as the 510 grain Winchester Super Speed soft nosed bullet shattered the neck of the Axis stag . The large animal dropped to the ground at once ; dead on the spot . As the rest of the herd of Axis deer dispersed , I sent Vivuti onto the river banks in order to recover the carcass of the freshly shot Axis stag . This , he duly did and all three of us soon returned to the head office of the Dublar Chor Forest Guards .
I gave one leg of venison to Vivuti and one leg of venison to Mainur . I gave one leg of venison to the Dublar Chor Forest Guards and kept the final leg of venison for myself , to take back to Sylhet . We all decided to prepare the rib chops , tenderloins , liver and kidneys at the kitchen of the head office for immediate consumption . That night , we ( myself , Vivuti , Mainur and the Dublar Chor Forest Guards ) were all able to enjoy the feast of fresh venison at the mess hall . The chef who was working for the Dublar Chor Forest Guards , had a very special method of preparing Axis stag venison . At first , he boiled all of the venison in an iron pot . After that , he seared it on a very hot pan with a generous amount of canned butter . A healthy seasoning of fine grain salt , freshly ground black pepper and chopped fried onions added an unrivaled taste to the finished product . We enjoyed our pan seared venison with luchis ( a traditional Bengali small savory pastry , which is made from semolina flour and fried until very crispy ) and fried potatoes . A few bottles of local “ Hunter “ brand beer polished off this delicious meal .
The following morning , I set off to Dacca city in my old Ford pickup truck . I intended to make a speedy pit stop at my tailor’s shop , so that I could pick up my newly ordered check cotton poplin dress shirts and cream woolen flannel dress trousers . After that , I intended to return to Sylhet .
@major KahnAbsolutely magnificent account , Anayeth . I truly miss Vivuti . I know that he passed away in 1980 ... But would you happen to remember how the noble Garo tracker had passed on to the happy hunting grounds ?