Post by Granolah on Oct 15, 2022 11:29:27 GMT -5
Yeah sure:
Of course, all my attention was riveted by the tiger. It was a female. Small, with wet nipples. I was surprised at her courage, and even her self-confidence - the bear was much larger in size and of remarkable strength. It was later that I learned the reason for her courage and determination: they were built on a strict calculation of their actions, the surprise of the attack, dexterity and swiftness. The tigress, of course, took care of her life for the children more than for herself, and if she decided to attack the bear, there were serious reasons for this and confidence in victory.
She crept up exactly like a domestic cat: slowly, with fading, silently moving her paws. The tigress did not take her eyes off the prey with burning yellow eyes and definitely calculated every step she took to get closer to the distance of the decisive jump. At first there were thirty meters between them, but this distance quickly and imperceptibly decreased by half. Then the tigress found herself behind a huge boulder, crawled another five meters and slowly climbed onto its gentle top, sprawling over it like a carpet. And petrified. Only the end of the tail, which hung down to the back, wriggled impatiently, betraying excitement
There were two tiger jumps before the unsuspecting bear, but the striped one for some reason hesitated. And I realized that she based her calculations on a single jump. She either waited for the prey to inadvertently approach her, or was looking for a convenient moment in order to get closer herself. A minute passed, another stretched. Because of the tension, I forgot about the retreat, although I kept the gun in constant readiness. And here it is, the right moment! When the bear buried its head in a dug hole, the tigress jumped onto another boulder some five meters from the beet, who had lost all caution.
…She jumped at him from that boulder. She jumped with such a deafening roar that I completely fainted. However, I clearly saw her in a jump - with her mouth wide open, her front paws spread apart with claws extended. In that meager fraction of a second, the bear could only turn around and rear up, but did not have time to scatter its paws in order to embrace the enemy, as is customary in such circumstances in the bear clan. I think that it was on all this that the tiger jump was built. The predator with a strong stroke of clawed paws slashed the victim from top to bottom along its open belly, immediately dived headlong between the hind legs of the enemy to its very shoulders and with a sharp jerk threw the brown hulk through itself, by its tail ... that this animal is capable of throwing twice its own weight with such force.
…She jumped at him from that boulder. Jumped with such a deafening roar that I completely froze
The bear roared and rolled, more and more entangling itself in blue intestines. From horror and pain, at first he did not even think of finding his enemy and taking revenge, which is also inherent in bearish nature from birth. But with his last breath, he found the tigress with his eyes and crawled towards her, but he crawled already with dying fading. She was lying on a boulder, whipping herself with her tail, in full readiness for another jump, the final one. However, he was not needed.
The tigress approached her prey at dusk. There was such silence that I could hardly breathe, I heard the beating of my heart and caught every step of the amba on a dry leaf. And I couldn't decide what to do. I knew that she would detect me at the first movement, and it would take a considerable circle to bypass that place. Moreover, the tigress was excited and very dangerous.
At that time, tiger hunting was not yet prohibited. Yes, even if such a ban existed, I would still shoot at the animal. It is now taldyat in different ways: striped perfection, the pride of the Ussuri taiga, the "red book"! I assume that this is the case now. But stand who in those minutes in my place! Yes, understand the soul and needs of the hunter, for whom the tiger, whatever you say, is an enemy and rival in the trades! Wild boars are barely dragging their feet from hunger, and how many dozens of them does a tigress need for her own food and for the rapidly growing and oh, what gluttonous tiger cubs? For three years she stood across my paths, and even her husband visited from time to time. I think out of ten hunters in a similar situation, nine would shoot at that amba. Tenth? The tenth would be with a small intestine. A coward at a tiger, when they are one on one, will not shoot. Well, if he shoots, he will miss on his own head.
They say and write that our hunters shot down the Ussuri tiger by the thirties as an expensive prey. May be. It may not be. It's like watching and evaluating. But I'm so smart: they took him at gunpoint more often as a destroyer of huskies and a dangerous competitor in fishing than out of a desire to get an expensive trophy ... Although one did not exclude the other. And besides, can you discount the important fact that it’s very little pleasure to walk along your hunting trails, leaving your own tracks next to fresh tiger ones, and then find out that this thug was insolently interested in the prints of your deer ... How many hunters during the years of that merciless war tigers and people this fierce beast robbed, ruined and even crushed! How many dogs ate at that time when it meant for a hunter the same as a horse for a peasant in suffering ... Just ask a commercial hunter, who will he shoot first if, suppose, he sees a tiger, a deer and a wild boar on his site at once? Even if it's a bear. And everyone will answer: if in truth - striped, of course! And that's why I took that tigress at gunpoint that late evening. And then I had two good trophies for one shot, and even a kilometer from home. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself. Will he see a tiger, a deer and a wild boar on his site at once? Even if it's a bear. And everyone will answer: if in truth - striped, of course! And that's why I took that tigress at gunpoint that late evening. And then I had two good trophies for one shot, and even a kilometer from home. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself. Will he see a tiger, a deer and a wild boar on his site at once? Even if it's a bear. And everyone will answer: if in truth - striped, of course! And that's why I took that tigress at gunpoint that late evening. And then I had two good trophies for one shot, and even a kilometer from housing. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself. Yes, even a kilometer from housing. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself. Yes, even a kilometer from housing. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself.
So you try to understand me and do not judge strictly. And then I was not a poacher, and now I don’t consider myself one ... Yes, I almost forgot. Tiger cubs, three months old, my neighbor and I found and caught in five days, retreated and profitably sold to the zoo. And when there were no tigers at all in my lands, it was much calmer to trade and more prey ...
And now, - my interlocutor completed the story, - let's think together. The tiger must be protected in reserves and reserves, and not in hunting grounds. As they say, Caesar's is Caesar's, but God's is God's. There is no need to chase two hares or strive to take both in one hand ... Well, you don’t want to agree that peaceful coexistence between a commercial hunter and a tiger is impossible.
Once, Andrei Efremovich and I spent the night by the fire. We made it late, we didn’t have time to prepare material for a long fire, and therefore, after tea, we decided to bring more dried wood. And just some fifty meters from the camp we saw the freshest tiger tracks! Of course, that night could not be calm. We talked a lot, and most of all, of course, about the tiger. And here's another story Efremych told me.
“I never hid that I don’t like tigers. And I repeat once again: I don’t like it, like all taiga dwellers. He is not a zealous owner, but a fighter of the hoofed animal that people need. And let me remind you of one more thing: when a tiger lives in your lands, you have to hunt, if not with trembling in the knees, then, in any case, with constant anxiety. You can't open the door to the courtyard at night. I've been remembering my first fear for more than forty years and I probably won't forget it. Listen...
I was then in my twenty-second year, I had just returned from the army, I enjoyed a cheerful and well-fed will for a week, and then - to the taiga. May was in full swing, pantovka was already beginning. My father and I renewed our “family” salt licks, cleared the pack paths and hid in anticipation of the same hunting luck ... And then, at some happy dawn, I flunked a good three-ended pantach. My father was sitting two kilometers from me that night. Butchering my booty, I heard a shot from my parent's side. He missed very rarely, did not shoot in vain, and I decided that now luck had come to him.
Of course, all my attention was riveted by the tiger. It was a female. Small, with wet nipples. I was surprised at her courage, and even her self-confidence - the bear was much larger in size and of remarkable strength. It was later that I learned the reason for her courage and determination: they were built on a strict calculation of their actions, the surprise of the attack, dexterity and swiftness. The tigress, of course, took care of her life for the children more than for herself, and if she decided to attack the bear, there were serious reasons for this and confidence in victory.
She crept up exactly like a domestic cat: slowly, with fading, silently moving her paws. The tigress did not take her eyes off the prey with burning yellow eyes and definitely calculated every step she took to get closer to the distance of the decisive jump. At first there were thirty meters between them, but this distance quickly and imperceptibly decreased by half. Then the tigress found herself behind a huge boulder, crawled another five meters and slowly climbed onto its gentle top, sprawling over it like a carpet. And petrified. Only the end of the tail, which hung down to the back, wriggled impatiently, betraying excitement
There were two tiger jumps before the unsuspecting bear, but the striped one for some reason hesitated. And I realized that she based her calculations on a single jump. She either waited for the prey to inadvertently approach her, or was looking for a convenient moment in order to get closer herself. A minute passed, another stretched. Because of the tension, I forgot about the retreat, although I kept the gun in constant readiness. And here it is, the right moment! When the bear buried its head in a dug hole, the tigress jumped onto another boulder some five meters from the beet, who had lost all caution.
…She jumped at him from that boulder. She jumped with such a deafening roar that I completely fainted. However, I clearly saw her in a jump - with her mouth wide open, her front paws spread apart with claws extended. In that meager fraction of a second, the bear could only turn around and rear up, but did not have time to scatter its paws in order to embrace the enemy, as is customary in such circumstances in the bear clan. I think that it was on all this that the tiger jump was built. The predator with a strong stroke of clawed paws slashed the victim from top to bottom along its open belly, immediately dived headlong between the hind legs of the enemy to its very shoulders and with a sharp jerk threw the brown hulk through itself, by its tail ... that this animal is capable of throwing twice its own weight with such force.
…She jumped at him from that boulder. Jumped with such a deafening roar that I completely froze
The bear roared and rolled, more and more entangling itself in blue intestines. From horror and pain, at first he did not even think of finding his enemy and taking revenge, which is also inherent in bearish nature from birth. But with his last breath, he found the tigress with his eyes and crawled towards her, but he crawled already with dying fading. She was lying on a boulder, whipping herself with her tail, in full readiness for another jump, the final one. However, he was not needed.
The tigress approached her prey at dusk. There was such silence that I could hardly breathe, I heard the beating of my heart and caught every step of the amba on a dry leaf. And I couldn't decide what to do. I knew that she would detect me at the first movement, and it would take a considerable circle to bypass that place. Moreover, the tigress was excited and very dangerous.
At that time, tiger hunting was not yet prohibited. Yes, even if such a ban existed, I would still shoot at the animal. It is now taldyat in different ways: striped perfection, the pride of the Ussuri taiga, the "red book"! I assume that this is the case now. But stand who in those minutes in my place! Yes, understand the soul and needs of the hunter, for whom the tiger, whatever you say, is an enemy and rival in the trades! Wild boars are barely dragging their feet from hunger, and how many dozens of them does a tigress need for her own food and for the rapidly growing and oh, what gluttonous tiger cubs? For three years she stood across my paths, and even her husband visited from time to time. I think out of ten hunters in a similar situation, nine would shoot at that amba. Tenth? The tenth would be with a small intestine. A coward at a tiger, when they are one on one, will not shoot. Well, if he shoots, he will miss on his own head.
They say and write that our hunters shot down the Ussuri tiger by the thirties as an expensive prey. May be. It may not be. It's like watching and evaluating. But I'm so smart: they took him at gunpoint more often as a destroyer of huskies and a dangerous competitor in fishing than out of a desire to get an expensive trophy ... Although one did not exclude the other. And besides, can you discount the important fact that it’s very little pleasure to walk along your hunting trails, leaving your own tracks next to fresh tiger ones, and then find out that this thug was insolently interested in the prints of your deer ... How many hunters during the years of that merciless war tigers and people this fierce beast robbed, ruined and even crushed! How many dogs ate at that time when it meant for a hunter the same as a horse for a peasant in suffering ... Just ask a commercial hunter, who will he shoot first if, suppose, he sees a tiger, a deer and a wild boar on his site at once? Even if it's a bear. And everyone will answer: if in truth - striped, of course! And that's why I took that tigress at gunpoint that late evening. And then I had two good trophies for one shot, and even a kilometer from home. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself. Will he see a tiger, a deer and a wild boar on his site at once? Even if it's a bear. And everyone will answer: if in truth - striped, of course! And that's why I took that tigress at gunpoint that late evening. And then I had two good trophies for one shot, and even a kilometer from home. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself. Will he see a tiger, a deer and a wild boar on his site at once? Even if it's a bear. And everyone will answer: if in truth - striped, of course! And that's why I took that tigress at gunpoint that late evening. And then I had two good trophies for one shot, and even a kilometer from housing. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself. Yes, even a kilometer from housing. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself. Yes, even a kilometer from housing. Our brother rarely succeeds in such a luck, and only a person who does not know the essence of our life can envy me or the same poor fellow ... Everything went into business, nothing was lost, because the nights came already cold, with frosts ... I corrected my household, my wife and the elderly I put on a new one, bought a bicycle for my son, and an excellent tee for myself.
So you try to understand me and do not judge strictly. And then I was not a poacher, and now I don’t consider myself one ... Yes, I almost forgot. Tiger cubs, three months old, my neighbor and I found and caught in five days, retreated and profitably sold to the zoo. And when there were no tigers at all in my lands, it was much calmer to trade and more prey ...
And now, - my interlocutor completed the story, - let's think together. The tiger must be protected in reserves and reserves, and not in hunting grounds. As they say, Caesar's is Caesar's, but God's is God's. There is no need to chase two hares or strive to take both in one hand ... Well, you don’t want to agree that peaceful coexistence between a commercial hunter and a tiger is impossible.
Once, Andrei Efremovich and I spent the night by the fire. We made it late, we didn’t have time to prepare material for a long fire, and therefore, after tea, we decided to bring more dried wood. And just some fifty meters from the camp we saw the freshest tiger tracks! Of course, that night could not be calm. We talked a lot, and most of all, of course, about the tiger. And here's another story Efremych told me.
“I never hid that I don’t like tigers. And I repeat once again: I don’t like it, like all taiga dwellers. He is not a zealous owner, but a fighter of the hoofed animal that people need. And let me remind you of one more thing: when a tiger lives in your lands, you have to hunt, if not with trembling in the knees, then, in any case, with constant anxiety. You can't open the door to the courtyard at night. I've been remembering my first fear for more than forty years and I probably won't forget it. Listen...
I was then in my twenty-second year, I had just returned from the army, I enjoyed a cheerful and well-fed will for a week, and then - to the taiga. May was in full swing, pantovka was already beginning. My father and I renewed our “family” salt licks, cleared the pack paths and hid in anticipation of the same hunting luck ... And then, at some happy dawn, I flunked a good three-ended pantach. My father was sitting two kilometers from me that night. Butchering my booty, I heard a shot from my parent's side. He missed very rarely, did not shoot in vain, and I decided that now luck had come to him.
