In The Night

Posted by John Sommers on 11th January 2017 in General

AT night after the prologue of the Golden sunset, the night quickly embraces the dark countryside, henchiendose night and nothing. In the last hour, growing darkness melted in a quiet timeless, and the high tops of the trees rise upwards as sublime guardian sculptures of the centuries. Not far away, a family of howler monkeys going back to his abode, altered a silence growing, tangible. Flocks of birds on magno flight northward contrasted with multicolored clouds of dusk. For a moment I remembered the trip in raft by the Bhramaputra which I had deposited in the domains of the worshipers of Brama, Shiva and Vishnu. I held my body against the magnum 20-20, which produced me a strange joy.

A gentle breeze produced a sibyls brushing over the high treetops that was thousand dying souls and one maddening feeling of loneliness I put fencing me feel for the virgin forest. Suddenly an outer ROAR startled me, a roar that was both the horror and the lament of the mother earth. Then, the beating of my heart started hammering me ears. The Bengal tiger.!! The legendary beast stood a few meters of my refuge. He could perceive the muffled Snort of the beast and the rustling of branches that didn’t hide his noiseless step. The beast, yo, and behind a desolate wasteland. I turned slowly and what the insurance of my gun; I immediately spotted the magnificent silhouette through the infrared telescopic sight. I carefully centered the animal, the infrared viewfinder again very clear night; then I gently supported my index on the rest of the trigger.

But the scene left me stunned, the animal carried a small tigrecillo between their jaws and behind, three more followed him. For one second that seemed endless, I felt his bright eyes riveted on mine through the sight. A plea and he distinguished himself in his eyes?, I’ll never have the certainty. Then he continued his journey, I outlined a smile, I sat on a log and watched the passing of the young mother. Later, I reasegure my rifle forever. NELSON ASTEGHER original author and source of the article.

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