Shot them too! It is a rare pleasure to shoot a tiger with all its poses and gestures, and when the King moves an alarm goes off in the jungle from the little birds to the monkeys to the deers, intimating that the shooting is over and its time for some movement. What a pleasure to live in 'unsafe' jungle than the disgraceful concrete of human civilisation. A visit to the darbar of the jungle is breather for days of agony in pollution.
