Between December of 1969 and and August of 1970 , there was a disturbingly high number of children in the Terai region of West Bengal , who were getting mauled by a particularly aggressive forest panther . It had mauled 31 children in a span of less than 8 months ... 14 of which had eventually succumbed to their injuries ( numerous of which had eventually turned septic . ) Attempts made by the Terrai Forest Department to track down and dispatch this brute had invariably culminated in failure . Local authorities were offering a reward of 100 Rupees to any licensed shikaree who would be successfully able to rid the Terrai region of this brute .
I was in fact, on vacation for 2 weeks from my duties at Allwyn Cooper Limited at the time and I decided to spend some free time with my girl friend . My girl friend ( who used to be a fashion model ) had a fashion show at Siliguri ( which fell within the Terai region ) and she was extremely eager that I accompany her to Siliguri to see her at the fashion show . Like any devoted boy friend would... I readily agreed.
It was quite a pleasant drive to Siliguri in my Land Rover Series 1 ( Yes. I now know that Land Rover is a company which opposes our Majestic art of shikar... However, I had no idea about this until I joined African Hunting Forums . )
As always , among other things which we had packed ... was my trusty “ Old Belgian “ and a good supply of my hand loaded 12 Bore 3 inch Eley Alphamax magnum “ High Brass “ spherical ball cartridges , 2.75 inch Eley Alphamax AAA cartridges, 2.75 inch Eley Alphamax # 2 cartridges and 2.75 inch Eley Alphamax #6 cartridges . I never left ( or leave ) my house without that old Belgian shot gun and ( as this article shall relate further down ) this habit greatly benefitted me on this occasion ( and countless other occasions , as well . )
We rented a motel room in Siliguri and enjoyed an entire week touring Siliguri . My girl friend’s fashion show went as planned , on Thursday and we were to set off for Nagpur on Saturday . Now that my girl friend was happy , I decided to dedicate Friday to doing what I loved most... Hunting . There was a small stream on the out skirts of Siliguri which was abundant with Chawkha Ducks and I spent the entire day there hunting these delicious ducks , while I sent my girl friend off to the local bazaar ( market ) with a good amount of pocket money so that she could enjoy buying some nice dresses , slippers and jewelry and spend her time without getting bored .
In the mean time , I was having the time of my life . There I was... armed with my “ Old Belgian “ , which was loaded with an Eley Alphamax #2 cartridge in each barrel. Those Chawkha Ducks did not stand a chance and I took 14 of them , in less than a span of 1 hour , with 10 cartridges ( I was fortunate enough to down 2 of them with 1 cartridge from the modified choke barrel of my old shot gun . ). I spent the rest of the day field dressing these delicious birds.
Below , I have provided a photograph taken by my good friend , fellow forum and former fellow professional shikaree , Sergeant Kawshik Rahman of me with my “ Old Belgian “ after a successful Chawkha Duck shikar .
On Saturday morning , with everything packed up ( Including an Ice Chest full of field dressed Chawkha Ducks ) ... my girl friend and I set off for home in my Land Rover Series 1 . While on the road ... we suddenly saw a large group of villagers on the road near a Mango Garden , screaming and panicking . As we got down and asked what happened ... we were both given the horrifying news . A 7 year old little boy had been attacked by a forest panther , which had given him a severe mauling , just a few minutes prior to our car crossing the area . The child’s mother was howling in rage and despair ... clutching her injured son . The poor little boy was crying in pain .... covered in blood and barely conscious . His entire back side was raw .... massive chunks of flesh had been ripped off and he was missing a lump of flesh from the back of his neck . The villagers had wrapped the boy in a blanket , and had gathered all around him to pray for his recovery .
Knowing that every single moment was vital for the little boy’s survival ... I immediately volunteered to provide medical aid to the boy , as well as I could. I made my girl friend retrieve our 1st aid kit for the dash board of the Land Rover Series 1 and I hurriedly took out a bottle of ethanol , which I began to pour over the boy’s numerous injuries in order to sterilize the wounds and prevent them from turning septic . The boy screamed in pain , due to the sting of the ethanol seeping in to his wounds and those illiterate villagers actually thought that I was hurting the child. The fact that my girl friend and I were both wearing western clothes ( which we much preferred to traditional clothes ) certainly did not aid us in winning the confidence of the villagers in any way , who perceived western clothes as “ sinful “ . A few of those ignorant buffoons were actually shouting that cow urine should be rubbed in to the boy’s wounds , because Hindus consider cows to be Gods ( and many radical Hindus actually drink cow urine and bathe in it , believing it to have medicinal qualities . ) .
Nevertheless , I finally succeeded in sterilizing all of the boy’s injuries , even with so many of those ignorant villagers , and so called “ Wise Men “ protesting . I then properly bandaged the boy’s back side , with a long , clean roll of cotton gauze from our 1st aid kit and offered to drive the boy and his mother to the nearest hospital.
However , the boy’s mother and the villagers told us that they preferred to take care of the child themselves . I could tell that these people still did not trust us. Thus , having done my bit and knowing that my conscience was clear ... my girl friend and I got back in to our Land Rover , ready to continue our journey back to Nagpur again. It was then , that the villagers noticed my “ Old Belgian “ which was propped up against my seat inside the Land Rover Series 1 . They immediately begged me to hunt down the forest panther and shoot it , before it killed attacked . I secretly chuckled to myself sarcastically upon hearing this. They do not trust a man to save a child , simply because he is wearing a dress shirt , a pair of dress trousers and a pair of braces ...yet they are begging him to risk his life trying to kill a problem animal , simply because he possesses a fire arm . How typical .
I asked the villagers if this brute had ever attacked human beings prior to today .
Occasionally , a forest panther who merely runs in to a human being by chance , will maul them instinctively ( in perceived self defense ) , before quickly making good their escape , without ever repeating this action again . However , even while asking the villagers this question ... I knew that this was not what had happened today in the case of THIS particular forest panther . This particular forest panther had attacked the child from behind .
They , then disclosed to me the sickening piece of information that this particular forest panther had fatally mauled at least 14 children in the Terai region for the last 8 moths and had badly injured at least 16 other children prior to this .
Knowing that these villagers were dealing with a man eater ( or should l say , “ Child Eater “ ? ) on their hands ... I finally agreed to step in , and dispose of the brute .
Not knowing how long it might take me to hunt down and dispatch the brute ... I sent my girl friend back to Nagpur in the Land Rover Series 1 after retaining my “ Old Belgian “ and my luggage ( 1 suit case ) . I had taught my girl friend how to drive the Land Rover shortly after I had 1st commenced courting her , SPECIFICALLY so that she would never need to depend upon me for driving anywhere in the event of an emergency . Clearly , my philosophy had paid off that day . Now that I was alone in the Mango Garden ....It was time to begin taking steps to hunt down this brute .
Below , I have provided a brace of photographs taken by myself of me , holding up the brute’s fore paw earlier today . Observe the small , hook shaped claws on the brute’s paws . Getting clawed by 1 of these paws is the equivalent of getting a row of fish hooks stabbed in to your flesh and then ripped out , forcefully .