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> Hope you'll enjoy reading this:
To every gun lover and outdoors man there can be no greater pleasure that sitting around a camp fire after bagging a trophy or meat for the pot. The sound of crackling firewood punctuated with the nocturnal sound of the jungle is music to the ears. Not to forget the swigs of XXX rum from tin cups while cleaning the guns that catch the glint from the leaping flames … these are what memories of made of.
What’s more interesting are the stories that go around. Delightfully with every succeeding swig of XXX the size of the antlers of the trophy bagged grows and so does the length of the trout caught! As absurd as it may sound, one never gets tired of listening to them.
Jungle lores are a treat to listen. Well here’s a true story I read a long time ago in the magazine Field & Stream that carried wonderful articles on hunting & fishing.
A farmer in Idaho had a hunting lodge on the periphery of the jungle. Apart from farming he also acted as a guide to hunters seeking Deer and other game. To keep him company, he had a ferocious looking German shepherd, which during nights was kept tethered to a 15ft leash that was tied to a 3ft wooden pole driven to the ground, which helped the dog to move about freely.
As usual the farmer before sunset placed a plate full of mince meat for his dog and returned to the porch of his hunting lodge. All of a sudden all hell broke loose. The German shepherd was barking his lungs out and frantically jumping up and down. Thinking that some wild animal has strayed in from the jungle, the farmer turned to look, and what he saw was the unfolding of an unbelievable jungle drama.
A fox had wandered in and was eyeing the plate of mince meat kept for the dog, but well out of the German shepherd’s reach. While the dog was in frenzy the fox was coolly eyeing the meal. The fox then slowly got up and keeping his distance from the dog began to run in circles, while the dog kept chasing him in vain. Soon the tether began winding itself around the pole till the dog was virtually tied sung to the pole. The fox then walked up to the plate, picked it up and took it beyond the reach of the dog and leisurely ate the mince meat and disappeared into the jungle.
The farmer was simply astounded by what he saw. Now we know what it means when we say ‘as cunning as a fox’!!!
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Brihacharan
Wisdom in the Wild
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Yep, Definitely enjoyed reading this story, wish more such interesting ones appear.
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"Delightfully with every succeeding drink the size of the antlers grew......"
Reminds me of a very old incident when I happened to attend a fauji party. Shikar being a common subject for the old time faujis came up (as expected) after a couple of drinks. As we exchanged stories with some young officers , their commanding officer (the rank of a Colonel) joined us. He then told us that he had once shot a wild boar which weight more than quintal . At this very moment his Brigade Commander (the rank of a Brigadier joined in) and told us the story of the massive pig he had shot (and mind you with a single shot at a very difficult angle). The only witness to the incident, unfortunately was an officer who had long died in the Indo China War.
Finally the G-O-C stationed there joined in. All ears were on the G-O-C . No one dare speak infront of the senior most officer (the rank of a Maj. Gen) . Like they say "let no dog bark" .
He had an even more amazing story to tell. One in which he thought he had shot a janglee bhaisa from a distance but when they actually got close to it they realised it was the largest boar they had ever seen. Just a "little" smaller than our domesticated buffalo. And mind you the General was a young teenager then.
That day I realised that (in the Army) the trophy size not only increases with the number of drinks you take in , but is also directly proportional to the Rank you hold. The lesser your rank ....the smaller your trophy and vice versa.
P.S. Brihacharan Sir . This is another one of your beautiful stories. Thanks.
Reminds me of a very old incident when I happened to attend a fauji party. Shikar being a common subject for the old time faujis came up (as expected) after a couple of drinks. As we exchanged stories with some young officers , their commanding officer (the rank of a Colonel) joined us. He then told us that he had once shot a wild boar which weight more than quintal . At this very moment his Brigade Commander (the rank of a Brigadier joined in) and told us the story of the massive pig he had shot (and mind you with a single shot at a very difficult angle). The only witness to the incident, unfortunately was an officer who had long died in the Indo China War.
Finally the G-O-C stationed there joined in. All ears were on the G-O-C . No one dare speak infront of the senior most officer (the rank of a Maj. Gen) . Like they say "let no dog bark" .
He had an even more amazing story to tell. One in which he thought he had shot a janglee bhaisa from a distance but when they actually got close to it they realised it was the largest boar they had ever seen. Just a "little" smaller than our domesticated buffalo. And mind you the General was a young teenager then.
That day I realised that (in the Army) the trophy size not only increases with the number of drinks you take in , but is also directly proportional to the Rank you hold. The lesser your rank ....the smaller your trophy and vice versa.
P.S. Brihacharan Sir . This is another one of your beautiful stories. Thanks.
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good stories prashantsingh and brihacharan.
keep them coming
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One does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, one kills in order to have hunted. by Jose Gasset.
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Good stories,gents.Thanks for sharing.
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Good ones gents.
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Jeff Cooper advocated four basic rules of gun safety:
1) All guns are always loaded. Even if they are not, treat them as if they are.
2) Never let the muzzle cover anything you are not willing to destroy.
3) Keep your finger off the trigger till your sights are on the target.
4) Identify your target, and what is behind it.
1) All guns are always loaded. Even if they are not, treat them as if they are.
2) Never let the muzzle cover anything you are not willing to destroy.
3) Keep your finger off the trigger till your sights are on the target.
4) Identify your target, and what is behind it.