Well, I finally had it with the hillbillies. Buddy is now modifying his snowmobile to run in the summer and has replaced the front skis with wheels. No more! So, it's important to take out the alpha male hillbilly first. With this in mind, I set about my business. It was too easy!
I approached from downwind to mask my scent.
Peeked around the corner and there he was.
He wouldn't make very good eating.
Too stringy for jerky but if you stew em for a few hours...
Bang! Down in one shot. Too easy at this range.
I went to go check my kill. No movement.
Yep! No problem! Buddy was OUT!
So that's that! One down and two to go. The older one will give lots of meat and fat. Not the tastiest. All those years of preservatives and packaged food. The young one on the other hand. Hmmm... Might keep her around. Could use a breeding pair.
You can see all the
pictures of the hunt here. Beats "Untamed World" eh?
With big, hungry tigers, table manners have no place.
Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no.
After they have eaten you, they never say their Grace.
Dear dear dear, no, dear dear dear, no, dear dear, oh dear, no.
Hunting tigers can be ripping fun.
Like three blind mice, see the hunters run.
Hunting tigers out in "Indiah".
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah". Yah!
You all know how beastly tigers are
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah".
They bite, they scratch,
They make an awful fuss.
It's no use stroking them and saying "puss puss puss",
Oh, hunting tigers out in "Indiah".
Out in, out in, out in "Indiah". Yah!