It's a nice day, nice enough for us to ga back to November 30th 1936, and enjoy a story from LIFE magazine.
♥♥ Tiger! Tiger! ♥♥
(WARNING: this is not for the faint of heart, dearies!)
The indian tiger is a better fighting machine than African lion. Longer, heavier, smarter, it rarely takes foolish chances, attends strictly to its business of killing. Only old males approaching senillity and reckless young ones when annoyed or very hungry take the great risk of attacking Man. However, tigers in India kill about 1.000 people a year. Indians believe that the spirits of the dead men sit on the head of surviving tiger, advising it how to kill more.
On these pages, a tiger in Bhopal is shown striking down a Hindu beater who got separated from his fellows in a tiger hunt. Cameraman was able Explorer Paul L. Hoefler, who parched in a tree, swung his telephoto lens just in time to catch the spring. This time the tiger, scenting other man, wasted no time in killing, tried instead to get a quick jaw-grip on the luckless beater and drag him off into the jungle for leisurely meal. But eral large chunks of flesh, survived. In over-hunted Bengal State in the past ten years, Bengal tigers have grown so lean and gawky that the man is about all they can lift an carry.
Maybe this is not the best read for a morning meal, but we have to give credit to the brave Cameraman, Mr. Paul L. Hoefler, for his brave endeavor into taking the snaps of this (gruesome!) event.
What do you think?
Journalism at it's bravest.. or bunch of mad adventure fellas roaming in India?
(I promise - next time, I'll find some frienldy article for you all.)
♥♥ Pinky Honey