Encounter with the Pack
Encounter with the wild dogs- Dholes |
One dry evening when the sun was going down the western horizon, Begum emerged from the lantana bushes at the edge of Rifle jhoth. The name of the place being so as elites of Daltonganj once used this area for sharpening their rifle skills. But now it had been offered the wilderness. One of Begum's usual refuge. Not long before she was out in the open, a pack of nine dholes confronted her on the road to Bawharia village. The sudden encounter took both the predators by surprise. The tigress having cubs wanted to retreat to the lantana bushes near by but the pack gave chase. Whistling and yelping they slowly cornered Begum in the bush. Strategically they kept prodding at her, taking bites whenever she let down her guard. Begum snarled and growled in defense. Her white fangs glared as rage permeated her feline face. Initially, she just wanted to slip away into the nala near by, but the prodding of the dholes made her loose her forbearance. And she lunged at them like a cannon ball. One unlucky chap came straight in line of her charge. She got hold of one of his hindleg and in a jerk tore it clean off his body. Within seconds the body of the red hunter was shreded to pieces by her claws and teeth. The pack continued their attack but now they kept a safe distance. She lunged again and again swaying her paws... some hit their marks as the fur of the dogs flew wild in the evening dust. She too took a few bites, a few scratches on the rear and flanks. Eventually, she evaded the dogs and moved away into the nala. The jungle fell silent. Begum followed her cubs to safety towards the village and the beaten dogs took retreat into the thickets... merging into the shadows.
She lives through
Sunset of Begum's Reign
Begum died of poisoning near the Baigapani waterhole |
That was a fateful September day in 1991. Clouds loomed over Betla sky that afternoon when Begum made another cattle kill at the edge of the forest. Her few month old cubs hid in the bamboo thicket as she dragged her kill to the shade. Next two days she would be feasting on it. After making a good meal of the rump Begum laid on her flanks taking a afternoon nap. Her ears twitched as her two cubs played over her heaving body. The evening grew gloomy with the retreating monsoon clouds skimming across the purple sky. She knew it was time to ebb into the safety of the forest. Begum took a muddy pugdundee, defaced by cattle hooves. Her two cubs followed. Little did she knew that a fiend had approached her kill after she left and had poisoned it. Her next meal would be her last. Unaware of the previous night's affair of the devil she approached the cattle kill next morning and appeased her hunger till her belly could take no more. The poison spread in her veins like a murderous mist as the hours passed. Her body quivered, shooting out sharp jolts of pain. Muscles became stiff and she began spurting saliva from her mouth. Her organs failed to keep going while she made her way towards the Baigapani waterhole to quench her dying thirst. She could not make it to the waterhole. That beautiful frame of the tigress collapsed, her lungs giving away and her heart beats fading into an eternal silence. Begum had moved on into the happy hunting grounds, leaving her young litter to defend for themselves in this cruel world.