Identifier: sportonnilgirisi00flet (find matches)
Title: Sport on the Nilgiris and in Wynaad
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Fletcher, F. W. F
Subjects: Hunting
Publisher: London, Macmillan
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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ite unconscious of ourproximity. Here was a grand chance of giving thegirls a sight of a sambur stag in all his native majesty,so I told them to creep forward with the utmostcaution and peep over the cliff R. and D. obeyedmy instructions to the letter; but Miss C. (whosehabitual impatience of advice tendered by a mere manwould have done credit to a militant suffragette) scornedconcealment, with the result that next moment thestags were fiying in terror from this petticoat intrusion,and they vanished over the crest of the hill beforeI could get a shot. The evening stalk was moresuccessful. We were coming back to camp, when fardown in the valley below I saw a stag feeding, and theglasses showed me he was a good one. I started afterhim, while the girls sat down on the ridge to watch theperformance. I had marked the stags position by asingle dry tree, and when I got to within two hundredyards of this, I saw him just under it. My bulletdropped him in his tracks; when, at sound of the shot,
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THE SAMBUR 377 a magnificent stag bounded like a Jack-in-the-box outof a hollow beyond the tree, and was over the crest ofthe hill before I could ram another cartridge intothe single rifle I was using. It was real hard luck thatI had not seen both stags from above, for even thefleeting glimpse I had of his head showed me that thesecond was a perfect beauty. The horns of the one Ibagged measured thirty-three inches. Early the following morning we went to a look-outnot far from camp, which commanded the eastern sideof Rockwood valley. Three hinds and a brocket fedto within fifty yards of us, and several more samburwere visible, but no stag with a warrantable head.About nine oclock D. and Miss C. went back to seeabout breakfast, and R. and I were just preparing tofollow, when a tiger walked out of a shola six hundredyards below us, leisurely crossed a long grass hill, andentered another cover on the other side of the hill.We had a good view of him as he sauntered along inthe sun, and tha

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