Dr. Than Tun - Kumar Aung is a man-eating tiger

Later, when I was hunting in Malani with Edin Nola, I first heard about the tiger that would be recorded under the name "Champawut Man-Eating Tiger".

Eddie is the best hunter in the area, and he has a long history of hunting experiences. There are very few people in the world who are so well-rounded. He is one of those few. The rifle he uses is not only accurate but also powerful. One of his brothers is the best shooter in India. Another is the best tennis player in the Indian Army. When Eddie tells me that the government has ordered my uncle to shoot a tiger in Champawat, I think that this man is also a great hunter, and that he will soon become a tiger, and that his life will end.

I can't say for sure why. But the tiger didn't die. Four years later, when I visited Nainital, the foreign government was very worried about the tiger. They announced a reward. They hired hunters. They sent out teams of Gorkhas from the Alor camp. But the number of people killed by tigers was increasing at an alarming rate.

The man-eating tiger that is currently rampaging in Kumaraung is said to be a female tiger, and it is said that it has already eaten more than two hundred people while it was in Nepal. It is said that it moved to the area after being surrounded and driven out by Nepalese armed forces. Now that it has been in Kumaraung for four years, it has already killed another two hundred and thirty-four people.

While this was going on, I reached Nainital. Not long after my arrival, a man named Bhasut came to me. At that time, Bhasut was the ruler of Nainital. After his funeral, his body was secretly buried in Haldunni. But everyone who met him loved and respected him. After hearing him tell how the villagers were suffering because of the aliens roaming around his village, how could I refuse his help? I promised to go to Champawat as soon as I heard that another person had been eaten by a tiger.

Withdraw the government's bounty. And I beg the government to take back the special hunter and the Alors. What should I do? I don't want to be called a mercenary. Besides, I'm afraid that other hunters will shoot me wrong. The government has complied with all my requests. A week after the news broke, the news broke again early in the morning. A young man came running at night and reported that a woman had been killed by a tiger in Pali village, between Dabilara and Nagar.

I hired six men to carry all my equipment, from the canvas tent to the forest, so that I could leave as soon as I got the news. After breakfast, we walked seventeen miles to Dhari. The next day, we had breakfast at Maurasao and went to spend the night at Davidhur. The next evening, when we reached Pali, it had been five days since a man had been killed by a tiger.

The villagers, about fifty men and women, were extremely agitated. When we arrived at Sha, it was still a long way from sunset, but every door in the house had already been blocked and hidden. We entered a courtyard, and the disciples had taken their places, and the stove was on, and the hot water was boiling, and I was just about to sit down and drink a cup of tea, when the door creaked open and some villagers came out.

It is said that no one has dared to go beyond the eaves of their houses for five days. The smell of garbage dumped nearby testifies to this. Food is also scarce. Kill the tiger or drive it away, otherwise they will all starve to death.

It is clear that it is still nearby. I have been walking down the street and hearing a loud noise for three nights in a row. The sound was coming from a distance of not even a hundred yards from the house. It was only this morning that I saw it in a field on the edge of the village.

The village elder kindly cleaned the room. But since there were eight people in the room and it was uncomfortable to be confined to the room, I decided that I would sleep outside anyway.

I ate a little dinner as usual. I put the students in the room, closed the door, and sat down leaning against a tree by the road. According to the villagers, that road is always a tiger's path. If I see him first, I will be lucky, because the moon is also good.

I had often spent the night in the forest, waiting for my prey. This was the first time I had to wait for a man-eating tiger. It didn’t take long. The road in front of me was wide and clear in the moonlight. Along the road, there were dark patches of trees, and when the wind blew, the shadows moved, and I could see that nineteen tigers were coming out here and there, and I felt that the tigers would be happy. Only then did I regret my decision to stay outside. I didn’t even have the courage to run back to the forest. I was ashamed to admit that I had said I would take on this responsibility and now I don’t dare to do it. The weather was cold, and I was shivering with fear and trembling. I thought the night was longer. After seeing the snow-capped mountains in front of me, I fell asleep with my head on my bent knees. An hour later, my students came and found me sleeping soundly like this. That night, I neither heard nor saw a tiger.

The villagers were shocked to see him return alive. When they asked him to take them to a place where tigers usually hunt people, they all refused, as planned. They only got finger pointing. The last place he was hunted was a bend in the mountain range west of the village. Twenty-two women, both young and old, who were with him when they went out to cut leaves to feed the cows, hurriedly told the details of what happened.

The story goes that at about ten o'clock in the morning, they went to a place half a mile from the village and climbed branches. The tree that the woman and her companion were to climb was on the edge of a ravine. When they went to look, the ravine was four feet high and ten or twelve feet wide. When they had gathered enough leaves, the tiger came down from the tree and approached them. They stopped and pulled him by the legs, and the branch he was holding on to fell off. When they reached the ravine, the tiger let go of his legs and tried to run away, but he was still in the ravine. When he was about to die, he picked up the animal, jumped over the ravine and came back. He went into a very thick bush and was never seen again.

This incident was witnessed by the two female companions who remained on the tree, as well as by all the other companions who were not far away. When the tiger and the tiger-woman disappeared, they all ran back in fear. Since it was time for the men to return to their respective houses for lunch, they all gathered and made a noise, taking copper pots and small drums with them, and the women followed the men who had gone before.

When they reached the place where the man was killed in the ravine, they were discussing what to do next when a tiger roared from the bushes thirty yards away. They all turned around and ran back to the village without any hesitation. If they were tired, they would start running and I would follow, and each one would blame the other. After a while, as they had said, they all agreed that if they were brave enough, they would go back and rescue him before the time was up. In this way, they reached the ravine three times. On the third time, the gunman fired a single shot, and the tiger roared out from the bushes, so they did not dare to search any further. It was a good thing they did not search any further. When I said, "Throw the gunner into the bushes," the tiger was very angry. If you hit him as you said, he would come out at once and take me away.

That morning, I spent three hours searching for the tiger's tracks and tracks around the village. I was terrified that I would never find it. As I approached a dark ravine with a thick forest, I turned around and saw a group of lynxes flying away, so terrified that my heart stopped beating.

The disciples were cleaning up under the walnut tree and preparing food. After breakfast, the old man begged, “We need to harvest wheat. Please carry your gun and wait for us.” If you don’t wait for us, we will all die of hunger because we dare not harvest. Within half an hour, the whole village will come out and my disciples will harvest. I have to wait with my gun.

By evening, all the sheaves from the five large fields were gathered. Only two fields close to the house remained. It was not difficult to finish the next day.

The sanitation situation in the village has also improved. Since I have my own place to sleep, I have to keep the door closed to let in fresh air, and I have to sleep on it all night long, making up for the sleep I lost the night before.

While I was there, the villagers were getting more and more enthusiastic, but they were not brave enough to follow my request to go and see the forest, and to follow me. Since they knew the area in detail, I believed that if they showed up, they would be able to lead us to the tiger's hiding place. At least they would be able to lead us to the tiger's tracks. The animal that was being dragged was a tiger. You can see the tracks to distinguish between big and small, male and female. If you don't know, it will be much harder to catch it.

After drinking tea that morning, I started talking about wanting to hunt goats for my disciples. The village was at the top of a long mountain range running east and west, so there were grassy slopes and hills that sloped down to the north below the road I had been waiting for the night before. I knew that there were goats on these slopes. I said that I would show them to them. I pretended not to let anyone know how happy I was and chose three of them. I told the elder that if he found enough goats, he would hunt two for the village and one for the disciples.

After crossing the road, we looked down a very steep ridge of mountains, looking left and right. We saw nothing. After going down for half a mile, we came to a place where ravines spread out. From there, if we looked to the left, we could see a rocky plateau with thick grass. We stopped for a moment, turned our backs on a single pine tree, and looked at the plateau. The height of the mountain