Tiger, tiger

Imagine getting face to face with a huge Siberian tiger. He manages to get your entire face in his gaping mouth. You punch frantically.

He coughs in response, and you pull yourself free.Then some half-hearted wrestling. He isn’t really hungry (lucky you). End of bout.

See you around Striper. Animal runs off to the taiga. (True story).

A book that I read had thrilling photos.

One of them showed hunters standing shoulder to shoulder along the entire stretched out body of the dead cat. There were nine hunters!

A game warden’s hunt for a crafty man-eater took up the second half of the book.

What had led to a wilderness poacher’s demise?

Many people had fled the new Moscow. For simpler life in the far northern forest. Almost at the Sea of Japan.

Contraband to the Chinese with their funny fetishes. Harvests of nature for the plucking.

Rude but comforting cabins. Winters of perpetual night.

How to track, find, position and destroy? Without becoming the next hasty lunch.

Eyes about you Pal.