Many years ago I spent some time in India with colleagues, in the aftermath of a particularly lucrative game in Bombay, now Mumbai. As the idle rich are wont to do, we spent our time, in what was to us a strange and foreign land, looking for "adventure" promised to all young Europeans by Bond novels, movies, and countless other tales of the mysteries of the Orient, to which India was the gateway. What we found in the Hunt was a journey into the wild that showed us the true nature of ourselves, our cowardice, and what a real man looked like.
The story of the Hunt itself is a story for another time, but I have decided that the man who is indubitably the center of it, Chandragupta Souria, the man who killed man eaters, is a man the world should know on some level. In service of that, I have begun to hunt him. When I met him he operated in West Bengal and the environs, with a team of lesser hunters, hunting the great beasts that lived there that had turned to man flesh for sustenance. His sole weapon was a Searcy Double Barrel Rifle, used to hunt elephants. The first shot was to immobilize the tiger. The second was always up close, to deliver a coup de grace, befitting a fellow hunter.
I saw Souria in action once, and he displayed a skill and calm before the greatest land hunters in the world that was unimaginable to me. He was not a tall or large man, nor strong. He was fit, and quick, with fast hands and pale skin for a Bengali, as he spent all his time under the trees. His head and face were shaved and he was covered in black tattoos. He wore plain lined clothes, and bandoleers of ammunition. His eyes were black, and cold, like an animals, with the same look in them as the tiger he hunted. In time the I will tell the story of the hunt. but for now, I have quite a train ride ahead of me and must collect my thoughts. Keep your nose clean my friends.