Fedor went on the trail of the seriously wounded a large ingots. The sun was setting. The beast went to the key, overgrown with thick pihtachey. And suddenly there is emitted a deafening roar strength tiger. Fedor shot up and began to back away, ready to fire when the tiger dares to pursue it. Tiger do not make a sound.
Hunter safely, however, wet with sweat, reached the winter hut, where his companion had already kindled the stove. Hunters, of course, sent a lot of curses and striped advance were very disappointed that such a good pig will be eaten by the morning.
In the morning we went to the scene together. It turned out, the tiger got good gilt. And then, forty meters away, he took a wounded pig, but when she began to move the trail of the hunter, the tiger roared mightily. The rival hunter quickly stepped back and answering shot, disappeared. Bishop went on the trail of a wounded pig to the place of her death, she stood and thought back to his gilt, ate it and went about their business, without touching someone else’s prey.
Hunters were pleasantly surprised and very pleased by the outcome of the case. This was the case of Fyodor still all willingly and recounts, saying that among the Tigers have good guys. Just do not touch its prey, and he will not touch yours.
But in reality this is not so. Some tigers hearing daytime shots, come to this place, usually at night, and if there is somebody a trophy, it really is required to take him away and carry to a distance not less than half a kilometer, and often up the steep slope to the possible pursuers could not it get. This is when a boar hunter gutted and covered with brushwood of crows. But a wounded boar tiger does not take away and eat on the spot as their prey. So, in the first situation, he steals consciously.
There was an incident. Two hunters pursued seriously wounded boar. Tiger ahead of his pursuers, took booty and long strides carried the carcass in the slums. People have decided to get the thief and take away his rightful. Beast guessed their plan. Put wear, I returned back, lay down the muzzle toward the persecutors and silently iskhlestal tail snow from the trails. It was a sign of irritation. Then he took the boar, and carried on. Seeing this in the snow, the guys had unreliable shotguns reasonably turned back.
Anatoly DRUMS August 21, 2013 at 22:00