INCIDENTS IN TIGER SHOOTING 



and spat at her. W. now went in close, and the 

 brute grinned at him, whereupon W. terminated 

 his career by a bullet through the brain, and 

 brought his head and skin into camp with him that 

 evening. 



A "globe-trotter" once had the extraordinary 

 good fortune to bag a tigress out with me upon the 

 very first day on which he ever attempted tiger 

 shooting. 



At that time I was in camp at Hunsur in the 

 Mysore district, where I had a quantity of work 

 (subsequent to the sandalwood sales) which kept 

 me there for some time. I had been tying out 

 for tigers, one of my baits had been killed, and 

 I had beaten for the tiger without seeing him. 



One day I received a letter from Colonel J. the 

 then forest officer on the Nilgiris, and the late 

 popular master of the Ooty hounds, asking me if 

 I would help two young friends of his, who had 

 but lately come out from home, to get some sport, 

 requesting me moreover to telegraph my reply. 

 I wired that it was the worst possible season for 

 shooting in my district, and that there was nothing 

 to be done then but snipe shooting, with just the 

 off chance of a tiger, however, they elected to 

 come. 



I had returned to Mysore for a couple of days, 

 having given orders before leaving Hunsur that 

 tying up should be continued during my absence. 

 The two "globe-trotters," S. and B., joined me at 

 my headquarters, and I drove them to Hunsur, 

 which is twenty-eight miles off. On our arrival 



