PANTHER-FISHING IN THE 

 MUNG-BUNG DISTRICT 



f ~\3 LET Capital stretch of salmon river on 



the celebrated Auchenbosh water. Suitable 



for two or three rods. Grand sport " (when 



-^L. the nets are off on Sundays only, be it noted) 



is the kind of advertisement one sees in periodicals 



at home devoted to the pushing of negotiable property; 



so why not, "Mung-bung District, Lower Satpuras, fine 



panther-fishing, in pool 15x5x6 feet, for as many rods 



as desired. Magnificent sport when panthers happen to 



fall in." 



Joking apart, the writer experienced quite a pleasant 

 little piece of angling the other hot weather, and landed 

 a full-grown panther in the pink of condition. What 

 though the rod was represented by a sturdy bamboo; 

 the running line by the writer's own cracking joints; 

 the treble gut cast by a hand firmly entwined in an 

 agonised jungle-man's lank wet locks, his elongate neck, 

 and long sinewy arm twisted firmly among the panther's 

 tail ; and the hook-hold itself by the insertion of that 

 same tail into the spotted extremities of the unfortunate 

 feline! 



The hook-hold, be it noted, was about the strongest 

 link of all that chain, so when we " showed him the butt " 

 it was a foregone conclusion that that enlarged cat should 

 emerge all dripping from his chilly bed, and slide, a grue- 

 some and horrid spectacle, up the rocky landing place. 



