"The normal jungle-dwelling tiger does no harm to man in any way but helps to maintain the balance of life in the jungle. He kills only when he is hungry because it was the will of God that he should live in this manner. When tigers take to the slaughter of domestic animals, and even to the quite unnatural diet of human flesh, the fault almost invariably lies with man in one way or another, the rare exceptions being due to some accident or sheer old age which results in the tiger's inability to procure his natural food" - Lt. Col. M.M. Ismail (Call of the Tiger)
But the tiger he described I'm the start of this story was killing several cows a week without even eating a bite which goes against all this he's saying here
A proven adage that bears honoring unless and until you find yourself on level ground and face to face with a tiger that will not let you pass. Then you can toss all of that silliness out of the window, put on your Adidas and run Forrest, run.
@@chesterwortham5525 In a way yeah and then no. Tigers are cats and there isn't a cat on the planet that doesn't enjoy stalking, attacking and decimating another critter. Try watching a cat, your cat or someone else's and you will notice that they have an intense fascination with anything they think they can whack. It's just being a cat. And remember too that most cats have some kind of an attitude toward life and they just love to screw around with things. That is the primary reason you should be wary of any tiger, lion or leopard you might run into. Rule No. 1: They don't care about you on any level, even the domestic varieties.
@@chesterwortham5525 You could also surmise that this was not a normal jungle dwelling Tiger and it's actions were created by the lack of care for the less desirable livestock that was left to roam freely creating another naturalized food source . Would this Tiger ever develop this way of life if the villagers had maintained husbandry and diligence over all of the cattle ?
Thanks Mr Viraj Singh for yet another fascinating story. Your rendering of these excellent adventures makes them a joyous experience.. Thanks for keeping the young boy alive in me...
Agreed! If the comment section of any Lion vs Hynae video is anything to go by, hynaes are still widely disliked. They are amazing animals, but just a little misunderstood I think. Anyway, thank you for commenting today!
This is excellent writing and I can't even begin to describe how much I appreciate your efforts in bringing these stories to us. They would otherwise be practically lost to time. So thank you and may God bless!
Another masterful performance! I can’t adequately express my joy in listening to your narrations. Know that they are deeply appreciated around the world. 🇮🇳🐅🇺🇸🐾
Thanks once again for taking the time to make your wonderful narration available. You've enabled me to enjoy countless hours of bliss listening to these amazing tales.
These stories have proven to be so relaxing and intriguing. They create vivid images in my mind. Your narration may not be bettered. Thanks for giving voice to these amazing adventures 😊
Thanks for this one, I must admit that I came up to this story after much reluctance, being a Corbett fan, I never seemed to enjoy works of any other sportsman. But, yes, you have narrated it so well, that I now, might change my opinion and drop the mental block. 😆 Having said that, I would still reiterate that there can be no other one like Corbett !!!!
You are welcome, Noopur ji! Most people would agree with you that Mr. Corbett is unmatched in his storytelling and authenticity, but the writing by MM Ismail in this story manages to come close. Thank you for commenting!
Your stories are like a great cup of coffee on a cold winter night that are best enjoyed alone, free of everything else and with imagination. Great readings!!!
Thank you for another upload. It’s 3:16 AM and the best way to end my day is with the stories you narrate since last 1 year I always go to sleep while listening to these amazing stories ❤️
Always great to listen to these audiobooks in your voice but I have to admit I'm so tired that I thought that silhouette of the tiger jumping on the animal on the thumbnail was a dinosaur 😁
Wonderful. I'd never heard of Col. Ismail before. This could almost be a Corbett adventure; well-written, plenty of details as regards the natural history and then of course the excitement of the hunt. I also enjoyed your earlier narration of Donald Anderson's memoirs and the extra audio clips you add to enhance the listening - it really helps. Superb work as ever Mr Singh, thank you. You mentioned last time if I had any more writings to share, here's one you might enjoy. It was a trip I made a few years ago to Lake Tanganyika in Central Africa. I left the boat at midnight. There were few lights except those that came from the bleary orange and yellow glows pocking the decks at intervals of several meters, their casings half full with hapless flies and moths, accumulated over the years. The ferry had not made port. She was impatiently idling in a relatively calm bay, where the headland could only be distinguished as such by the virtue that there were no stars visible in its presumed direction. The forest fires glowed in the gloom off to the West but there were no illuminations ahead of me on my side of the lake. No, there was no dock and instead I was aiming to leave this vessel and enter another, much smaller one. A dingy of not much more than British-holidaying size yet differentiated from the latter by being made of hard, unyielding wood. The properties of which I discovered to be just that as I jumped and tumbled into it via the stern of the ferry and 10 feet of sticky yet un-cushioning central African night air. Adding to my discomfort and befuddled state of affairs was a stomach and bowels aching with dysentery from the previous evening’s rank supper of lake fish. However I thought as I doubled over and clutched myself in vain attempt to halt the inevitable, Doctor David Livingstone coped with it perfectly well. I turned back to the ferry as my unseen boatman pushed off and revved the tinny outboard, shore-bound, to see my recently vacated cabin being ransacked of its remaining contents, the opportunistic passengers eager to see what I may have left in my bins. I returned to my self-pity and grimaced with a surge of nausea, putting my head between my knees and recollecting that oh yes, dysentery eventually killed the good Doctor. A puzzled ride at break-neck speed did not do much for my insides, however delirious I felt but soon enough we sidled into the pebbly beach and the little boat nuzzled up upon its hull. I stumbled out, still without illumination. The boatman, who seemed to speak no English (then again at the time I spoke no Swahilli, so could not complain) lead me with a newly discovered torch, along a jungle path to a little hut. ‘Keys’ he said. Or it might have been ‘please’, I wasn’t sure. He then turned and left along a different path and I was plunged into darkness again. Through the use of my obsolete phone screen, I found a bench and lay down to wait for the return of the man. He seemed to be doing some sawing as that’s all I could hear above the sound of a million night creatures. Soon I was up again and searching desperately for a toilet, or for something that passed for one in this part of the world. A tiny clearing lay behind the hut and across from that was a mud ‘cubicle’ about the size of a porta-loo with a decidedly short long-drop. I cautiously yet hurriedly scanned for snakes before I disgorged the fish ‘from both ends at once’ and returned. After a further few trips to repeat my performance, snakes be damned, I finally fell into a fitful sleep with that sawing behind me somewhere. A guide eventually turned up the following morning but there was no sign of the boatman ever again. ‘You slept here?!’ he said, alarmed. ‘Yes’ I managed to rasp. ‘But what about the leopards?’ ‘What Leopards? I replied. In my addled state, I had forgot that the noise a leopard makes at night, is the same as that of a saw.
Incredible, Ben! Not the part where you were terribly sick with dysentery, that was horrible, but the trip to Kenya and the writing. Love the ending. I'm sure you were a little taken aback in the morning by the revelation but hopefully those leopards there leave people alone. I would be totally interested in reading this if you ever think about writing or converting this to a longer version with more details. In any case, I loved it! Thank you for sharing.
@@selvalore Thank you Mr Singh, my apologies, I missed the comment until today. That would be wonderful; I'm writing something, but not sure it will ever come to fruition! As they say; "everyone has a book in them, but not everyone should write that book!" Keep up the great work Sir. Ben
You're doing a great job. Just a request to you to upload stories of Kenneth Anderson and his killings of man eating tigers. There are other channels uploading many stories of Kenneth Anderson but I want to hear those stories from you.
Thank you Reza! Yes, ofcourse there's a lot more of Anderson to come. I just like to rotate the stories to cover other authors and writing styles as well.
The name of our forest range is "Choral". My Papa and I have hunted a lot till the seventies. Now I have replaced the gun with a camera. My photography has featured in Nat.-geo and BBC Natural Habitats and some lesser known magazines and newspapers.I love your narration and more so now that you have added some sound effects. Great job !! 👍
Kenneth Anderson was very much into superstitious beliefs and other matters of the occult. He has written about them too. I might do them at some point. Thanks for the idea, Joe.
Kenneth Anderson wrote about them but he just pretended to believe so he wouldn't offend his jungle friends who cared deeply about Jim Colbert also wrote about this although he though as them as his friends also he tried to convince them thier beliefs were false
Thanks for another clip. Bagh = Tiger, what does Gul mean? Are Gul Baghs still found in their natural habitats? Are they also called Tengu / Thengu? (E.g. by Kenneth Anderson) Thanks again☺
Gulbagh is just a local name for leopards in that area of Central India. "Tendua" or "Tendu" (Kenneth Anderson's version) is the more popular name for leopards in Hindustani (mix of Hindi and Urdu) that's familiar to most Indians. I don't think there are two species of leopards as the author seems to imply. It's just that the leopards who lived in the jungles had access to bigger game for food and so they grew larger and heavier in size. The leopards that lived closer to the villages probably survived on stray dogs, goats and smaller animals so they must have been slightly smaller in size. But the times have changed since this story was written so there may not be any noticeable difference anymore. As a non-expert on wildlife, I'm just speculating on this.
Just following up on your comment. I don't think I answered the first question you asked. The word 'Gul' in Urdu means flower. 'Bagh' ofcourse is Tiger as you pointed out. So Gulbagh in the local dialect is probably an elegant way to refers to the circular black spots on the leopards body, and distinguish it from the tiger.
I get that a Tiger that is killing often and not eating his kills must be removed. I just don’t like innocent Tigers being shot! They must be protected like the Gorilla and Elephant. I don’t like when Corbett shot those cubs. He was wrong to do it especially when he himself admits that just because their mother fed them human flesh does not mean they will become man killers. I hope the Tiger 🐅 survives. The Indian jungle I think I would love to see even more than Africa. My eye doctor who is Indian used to travel there but his colleagues have talked him out of returning for safety concerns. After all, this is not 1930
Why not give tigers an alownce that they can spend on groceries and x large bags of cat litter and they won't have to poach people's cows. I'm sure they would be happier with more time to spend on hobbies and leisure. The cows will love the idea as well
I dont think any dates are given but if I remember correctly the book was published in 1960 and it looks like the events took place after India's independence. I would place the date of this adventure sometime in the 1950s.
"The normal jungle-dwelling tiger does no harm to man in any way but helps to maintain the balance of life in the jungle. He kills only when he is hungry because it was the will of God that he should live in this manner. When tigers take to the slaughter of domestic animals, and even to the quite unnatural diet of human flesh, the fault almost invariably lies with man in one way or another, the rare exceptions being due to some accident or sheer old age which results in the tiger's inability to procure his natural food" - Lt. Col. M.M. Ismail (Call of the Tiger)
But the tiger he described I'm the start of this story was killing several cows a week without even eating a bite which goes against all this he's saying here
A proven adage that bears honoring unless and until you find yourself on level ground and face to face with a tiger that will not let you pass. Then you can toss all of that silliness out of the window, put on your Adidas and run Forrest, run.
Amazing....
@@chesterwortham5525 In a way yeah and then no. Tigers are cats and there isn't a cat on the planet that doesn't enjoy stalking, attacking and decimating another critter. Try watching a cat, your cat or someone else's and you will notice that they have an intense fascination with anything they think they can whack. It's just being a cat. And remember too that most cats have some kind of an attitude toward life and they just love to screw around with things. That is the primary reason you should be wary of any tiger, lion or leopard you might run into. Rule No. 1: They don't care about you on any level, even the domestic varieties.
@@chesterwortham5525 You could also surmise that this was not a normal jungle dwelling Tiger and it's actions were created by the lack of care for the less desirable livestock that was left to roam freely creating another naturalized food source . Would this Tiger ever develop this way of life if the villagers had maintained husbandry and diligence over all of the cattle ?
Thank you.
God’s love never quits.
Thanks Mr Viraj Singh for yet another fascinating story. Your rendering of these excellent adventures makes them a joyous experience.. Thanks for keeping the young boy alive in me...
Happy to hear this. Thank you Mr. Agarwal!
I especially like when the "bait" animal is saved from unnecessary harm by a well placed and timely shot.
Flawless Narration, No words to express what i felt when listening this Audiobook. Felt as if i am with Lt colonel M M Ismail.
Thank you, I'll take that compliment!
Very well narrated Sir , thank you for graving us with your velvet voice and giving us such an enjoyable hour of adventure!
Cheers Bob! Thank you for the comment!
Perfect! The hour long stories are the best 🎉
Thank you!
You just get better and better Mr. Singh...and...your followers continue to grow nicely...
You're a class act as always! Thank you for all your comments!
The poor hyena sure had a bad rep in the older days. Appreciate the narrative and stories. Greatly enjoy these!
Agreed! If the comment section of any Lion vs Hynae video is anything to go by, hynaes are still widely disliked. They are amazing animals, but just a little misunderstood I think.
Anyway, thank you for commenting today!
Thanks for opening a door to an unknown world....
Thank you for commenting Wasim Bhai!
Absolutely, What a difference in the diet of curiosity 😊
This is a good start to the day. Absolutely love these audiobooks they really get my imagination working. Thanks for the upload.
No problem and thank you for commenting today!
This is excellent writing and I can't even begin to describe how much I appreciate your efforts in bringing these stories to us. They would otherwise be practically lost to time. So thank you and may God bless!
Cheers! Thank you Hunter!
I am still amazed by how you manage to find so many of these wonderfull tales of jungle life Mr Singh
I've been managing fine so far but I might soon start running out of tales like these. Always open for suggestions if you come across any good ones
Another masterful performance! I can’t adequately express my joy in listening to your narrations. Know that they are deeply appreciated around the world. 🇮🇳🐅🇺🇸🐾
Thank you! Appreciate the comment
Gripping tale! Love these so much. Thanks for making these audio stories.
Cheers for the comment and thank you!
Thanks once again for taking the time to make your wonderful narration available. You've enabled me to enjoy countless hours of bliss listening to these amazing tales.
Thank you for the support, Luke. It means a lot!
These stories have proven to be so relaxing and intriguing. They create vivid images in my mind. Your narration may not be bettered. Thanks for giving voice to these amazing adventures 😊
Kind words! Thank you for commrnting!
A few days ago, I noticed a new video come up on your channel and could not wait to hear it. Brilliant as always, Mr Singh.
Great to hear from you Mr. Black! Thank you!
Fascinating listening to these adventure tales. The narrator's voice put the right touch on these stories.
Thanks for listening!
The picture is cool! I've been watching the rain like I was there.
Thanks, I appreciate the comment James!
Downloaded already.....Gonna listen to this tomorrow 🙏
Much appreciated and Thank you!
Thanks for this one, I must admit that I came up to this story after much reluctance, being a Corbett fan, I never seemed to enjoy works of any other sportsman. But, yes, you have narrated it so well, that I now, might change my opinion and drop the mental block. 😆 Having said that, I would still reiterate that there can be no other one like Corbett !!!!
You are welcome, Noopur ji! Most people would agree with you that Mr. Corbett is unmatched in his storytelling and authenticity, but the writing by MM Ismail in this story manages to come close.
Thank you for commenting!
Very good and outstanding, waiting for more of this kind👏
Thank you!
You are welcome,I am waiting for a next thriller very soon,thank you very much for unique stories 🙏
Wonderful...thanks bro
You're welcome Pankaj, and thank you for commenting!
Great story as usual.
Cheers and thank you!
Thanks for story brother 👍👍
You're always welcome Harry. Thank you!
Nice to hear from you my friend very enjoyable as all ways 👍👍
Thanks, Justin! Good to hear from you again.
Love from Bangladesh 🇧🇩 ❤️
Good to see your comment again, Mr. Shikder!
Very good
Wow!!! Another one thank you for the hard work my friend from California. 😎
Thank you Charlie all the way from the Golden state!
Thanks for this hidden gem of a story. Didn’t know this one 😅
It truly is a hidden gem, no doubt! Thanks, Mr. Zaccaria!
Interesting story,
Excellent and clear narration skills 👍
Thanks for listening, Vinit!
@@selvalore My Pleasure 😊
Very much enjoying these stories and the narration is the best. Thanks.
Thank you Larry!
I'm excited! A new story. Made my day thank you! 😊
My pleasure and thank you as always!
It's always a good day when you post
Thank you and likewise, its always good to see your name in the comments!
I was listening to one of your previous videos when I received notice of this, your latest offering. Thank you for making my day.
Well, thank you for saying that. So glad to see the interest these audiostories generate.
wow. so good!
Thanks Geoff!
Brilliant. Absolutely first class. I can't get enough of these stories or Mr Singh's peerless narration.
Thank you Paul! You're always a class act!
Another great story, thank you! It is Christmas in March for me!
That's wonderful, thank you for saying that!
Thank you sir for bringing these stories to so many. I look forward to listening to this story and others.
Thank you, I appreciate the comment!
Your stories are like a great cup of coffee on a cold winter night that are best enjoyed alone, free of everything else and with imagination. Great readings!!!
Great to see your comment again, Mr. Trivedi! Thank you
Thank you for another upload. It’s 3:16 AM and the best way to end my day is with the stories you narrate since last 1 year I always go to sleep while listening to these amazing stories ❤️
Best compliment ever! Thank you for commenting!
@@selvalore 🙏
Always great to listen to these audiobooks in your voice but I have to admit I'm so tired that I thought that silhouette of the tiger jumping on the animal on the thumbnail was a dinosaur 😁
Hahaha, well okay thank you Alan!
Thank you for sharing these amazing
tales Apratim; I look forward to seeing the
upcoming video 🎉🎉🌺
Thanks for the kind words Manjari!
Wonderful. I'd never heard of Col. Ismail before. This could almost be a Corbett adventure; well-written, plenty of details as regards the natural history and then of course the excitement of the hunt. I also enjoyed your earlier narration of Donald Anderson's memoirs and the extra audio clips you add to enhance the listening - it really helps. Superb work as ever Mr Singh, thank you.
You mentioned last time if I had any more writings to share, here's one you might enjoy. It was a trip I made a few years ago to Lake Tanganyika in Central Africa.
I left the boat at midnight. There were few lights except those that came from the bleary orange and yellow glows pocking the decks at intervals of several meters, their casings half full with hapless flies and moths, accumulated over the years.
The ferry had not made port. She was impatiently idling in a relatively calm bay, where the headland could only be distinguished as such by the virtue that there were no stars visible in its presumed direction. The forest fires glowed in the gloom off to the West but there were no illuminations ahead of me on my side of the lake.
No, there was no dock and instead I was aiming to leave this vessel and enter another, much smaller one. A dingy of not much more than British-holidaying size yet differentiated from the latter by being made of hard, unyielding wood. The properties of which I discovered to be just that as I jumped and tumbled into it via the stern of the ferry and 10 feet of sticky yet un-cushioning central African night air.
Adding to my discomfort and befuddled state of affairs was a stomach and bowels aching with dysentery from the previous evening’s rank supper of lake fish. However I thought as I doubled over and clutched myself in vain attempt to halt the inevitable, Doctor David Livingstone coped with it perfectly well.
I turned back to the ferry as my unseen boatman pushed off and revved the tinny outboard, shore-bound, to see my recently vacated cabin being ransacked of its remaining contents, the opportunistic passengers eager to see what I may have left in my bins. I returned to my self-pity and grimaced with a surge of nausea, putting my head between my knees and recollecting that oh yes, dysentery eventually killed the good Doctor.
A puzzled ride at break-neck speed did not do much for my insides, however delirious I felt but soon enough we sidled into the pebbly beach and the little boat nuzzled up upon its hull. I stumbled out, still without illumination. The boatman, who seemed to speak no English (then again at the time I spoke no Swahilli, so could not complain) lead me with a newly discovered torch, along a jungle path to a little hut. ‘Keys’ he said. Or it might have been ‘please’, I wasn’t sure. He then turned and left along a different path and I was plunged into darkness again.
Through the use of my obsolete phone screen, I found a bench and lay down to wait for the return of the man. He seemed to be doing some sawing as that’s all I could hear above the sound of a million night creatures. Soon I was up again and searching desperately for a toilet, or for something that passed for one in this part of the world. A tiny clearing lay behind the hut and across from that was a mud ‘cubicle’ about the size of a porta-loo with a decidedly short long-drop. I cautiously yet hurriedly scanned for snakes before I disgorged the fish ‘from both ends at once’ and returned.
After a further few trips to repeat my performance, snakes be damned, I finally fell into a fitful sleep with that sawing behind me somewhere. A guide eventually turned up the following morning but there was no sign of the boatman ever again. ‘You slept here?!’ he said, alarmed. ‘Yes’ I managed to rasp. ‘But what about the leopards?’ ‘What Leopards? I replied. In my addled state, I had forgot that the noise a leopard makes at night, is the same as that of a saw.
Incredible, Ben! Not the part where you were terribly sick with dysentery, that was horrible, but the trip to Kenya and the writing. Love the ending. I'm sure you were a little taken aback in the morning by the revelation but hopefully those leopards there leave people alone. I would be totally interested in reading this if you ever think about writing or converting this to a longer version with more details.
In any case, I loved it! Thank you for sharing.
@@selvalore Thank you Mr Singh, my apologies, I missed the comment until today. That would be wonderful; I'm writing something, but not sure it will ever come to fruition! As they say; "everyone has a book in them, but not everyone should write that book!" Keep up the great work Sir. Ben
Another great story, thankyou.
You keep finding gems.
FInger's crossed there's a few more gems out there for me to find. Thank you Mr. Russell for staying with us since the start!
Bravo! Writings like these are inspirational. Thank you sir for voicing these amazing adventures so marvellously.
Much appreciated and thank you Neil!
Excellent story and very well told as usual! Thanks a lot!
You're very welcome Analia and thanks for leaving a comment!
I enjoy these audio adventures so much, thank you💙
My pleasure! Thanks for the comment!
Perfect escapist wildlife literature. Just great stuff all around. Thank you bro for all your work!
Thank you! Glad that you enjoyed it.
This author is new to me.
Very well written Story, and as always very well narrated.
Thank you Brother 🙏
I'll find and read all of his work
My pleasure and thank you as always! The book's name is "Call of the Tiger".
@@selvalore Thank you
So grateful for your channel. Always looking forward to new stories and your wonderful narration!
Happy to hear that and thank you very much for commenting!
Once again bro, thank you for the awesome,wholesome content 👍👍👍👍👍
My pleasure and thanks for commenting!
Danke!
Bitte, Carl!
We have a Tiger and a leopard operating in Ganglia khedi, a village now a part of the main township of Mhow and barely 200 yards from my house.
Sometings wherein being vociferous.. truly. Serendipity. Prevails
Loved the story of the exceedingly brave buffalow!😂
How do you make these animal sounds? Fascinating
You're doing a great job. Just a request to you to upload stories of Kenneth Anderson and his killings of man eating tigers. There are other channels uploading many stories of Kenneth Anderson but I want to hear those stories from you.
Thank you Reza! Yes, ofcourse there's a lot more of Anderson to come. I just like to rotate the stories to cover other authors and writing styles as well.
@@selvalore Ok. Thank you. Best wishes Singh Saab.
Many of your stories refer to Indian lore or folklore it would be interesting to hear some of these stories
This is our jungle,I live in Mhow !
The name of our forest range is "Choral". My Papa and I have hunted a lot till the seventies. Now I have replaced the gun with a camera. My photography has featured in Nat.-geo and BBC Natural Habitats and some lesser known magazines and newspapers.I love your narration and more so now that you have added some sound effects. Great job !! 👍
Can you share stories of the best asian hunter Pachabdi gazi?
Thanks for bringing up his name to my attention. If I find any stories I will share.
What is the year of this expedition of colonel sahib
Could you do more stories about the superstitions of the natives regarding evil spirits and their connection with animals
Kenneth Anderson was very much into superstitious beliefs and other matters of the occult. He has written about them too. I might do them at some point. Thanks for the idea, Joe.
Kenneth Anderson wrote about them but he just pretended to believe so he wouldn't offend his jungle friends who cared deeply about Jim Colbert also wrote about this although he though as them as his friends also he tried to convince them thier beliefs were false
Thanks for another clip.
Bagh = Tiger, what does Gul mean?
Are Gul Baghs still found in their natural habitats?
Are they also called Tengu / Thengu? (E.g. by Kenneth Anderson)
Thanks again☺
Gulbagh is just a local name for leopards in that area of Central India. "Tendua" or "Tendu" (Kenneth Anderson's version) is the more popular name for leopards in Hindustani (mix of Hindi and Urdu) that's familiar to most Indians.
I don't think there are two species of leopards as the author seems to imply. It's just that the leopards who lived in the jungles had access to bigger game for food and so they grew larger and heavier in size. The leopards that lived closer to the villages probably survived on stray dogs, goats and smaller animals so they must have been slightly smaller in size. But the times have changed since this story was written so there may not be any noticeable difference anymore. As a non-expert on wildlife, I'm just speculating on this.
@@selvalore Thanks☺
Just following up on your comment. I don't think I answered the first question you asked. The word 'Gul' in Urdu means flower. 'Bagh' ofcourse is Tiger as you pointed out. So Gulbagh in the local dialect is probably an elegant way to refers to the circular black spots on the leopards body, and distinguish it from the tiger.
@@selvalore Thanks☺
Please mention the source of this story, the name of the book. It will be helpful for us.
Sure! This is from Col. Ismail's only book "Call of the tiger"
Can you post in Hindi also?
I get that a Tiger that is killing often and not eating his kills must be removed. I just don’t like innocent Tigers being shot! They must be protected like the Gorilla and Elephant. I don’t like when Corbett shot those cubs. He was wrong to do it especially when he himself admits that just because their mother fed them human flesh does not mean they will become man killers. I hope the Tiger 🐅 survives. The Indian jungle I think I would love to see even more than Africa. My eye doctor who is Indian used to travel there but his colleagues have talked him out of returning for safety concerns. After all, this is not 1930
Why not give tigers an alownce that they can spend on groceries and x large bags of cat litter and they won't have to poach people's cows. I'm sure they would be happier with more time to spend on hobbies and leisure. The cows will love the idea as well
Excellent idea! I bet no one's ever thought of that before xD
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And then, not knowing the virtues of vegetarianism ... LOL
*The familiar abuse in the honour of his sister😂😂😂*
hahaha
What is the year of this expedition of colonel sahib
I dont think any dates are given but if I remember correctly the book was published in 1960 and it looks like the events took place after India's independence. I would place the date of this adventure sometime in the 1950s.