25 March 2006, 08:10
reddy375Great post, but very said.
My grandfather shot 54 tigers, my father 21 and all I saw was tracks one time!!!!!!!!
@#$%%&*)))^^$) the Indian Govt.....
25 March 2006, 08:11
reddy375quote:
Originally posted by reddy375:
Great post, but very sad.
My grandfather shot 54 tigers, my father 21 and all I saw was tracks one time!!!!!!!!
F...@#$%%&*)))^^$) the Indian Govt.....
25 March 2006, 08:27
BigFiveJackWe still have hope, the Black RHINO is again lawfully hunted.....
25 March 2006, 14:26
Nickuduquote:
Originally posted by reddy375:
Great post, but very said.
My grandfather shot 54 tigers, my father 21 and all I saw was tracks one time!!!!!!!
reddy375, I am just now reading your post.
Is it possible your surname is
Islam?
25 March 2006, 17:58
CunninghamI must tell you my Tiger story.
My friend here in Texas who I have known for 25+ years told me this story last year when I got him hooked up with Kent Klineberger to do a cleaning on his, very much in need, Tiger rug.
My friend’s grandfather was working in India in the early 1940's and after several years had made good friends with a fellow there who was a big hunter. Before the grandfather was to leave India to come back to the states this fellow offered to let him take a Tiger off of his land. The grandfather was, of course, very excited. So with a borrowed rifle he and his friend and all the camp staff were off in search of a Tiger. A couple of days later the Tiger was found, shot and ready for the Taxidermist. The rug was crated and ready for the trip home with the grandfather. Everything was loaded on to his ship for the trip and they were off.
About the time the ship got to the tip of Africa WWII started and the ship was put into port and everyone had to find another way home. The grandfather was assured that the crate would be sent on and would be in the states soon.
The grandfather makes it home to Texas shortly and everything is okay except no crate. Two months later, no crate. One year later, no crate. Soon he just thought it was lost or the ship it was on probably sunk or something. In the early 1970’s there was a ring at his door of his home and there was a delivery driver there with a box for him and in it was the Tiger rug. All those years and the rug finally made it home. The grand father has since died and my friend now has it. Having been cleaned and patched it looks okay and is in my friends trophy room now. Hopefully it will be good for many years to come. This rug is now quite a conversation piece for friends and visitors.
25 March 2006, 23:13
NickuduCunningham, that's surely a great hunting story.
Grampa must have flipped out at it's arrival, 30 years late
and in usable condition! Two miracles, really.
