Imagine getting face to face with a huge Siberian tiger. He manages to get your entire face in his gaping mouth. You punch frantically. He coughs in response, and you pull yourself free.Then some half-hearted wrestling. He isn’t really hungry (lucky you). End of bout. See you around Striper. Animal runs off to the taiga. (True story). A book that I read had thrilling photos. One of them showed hunters standing shoulder to shoulder along the entire stretched out body of the dead cat. There were nine hunters! A game warden’s hunt for a crafty man-eater took up the second half of the book. What had led to a wilderness poacher’s demise? How to track, find, position and destroy? Without becoming the next hasty lunch.
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