One day we received a letter from a hunting friend from a neighboring country. In the letter he wrote about a man-eating pair of lions. The couple was terrorized there. So far, six village men and women have been targeted. Our friend urged us to get there as soon as possible. This friend of ours has been with us on many hunting expeditions. Then in a traffic accident he lost an arm and a leg. Because he could no longer hunt because of his disability, he called us to kill these primitive predators. After reading this letter, we became anxious to meet our friend. We had been hunting for many days. So we hurriedly prepared and on the third day we boarded the train and after a long journey in the evening we visited our friend. Reached the village. Our friend was there to greet us. The brave hunter who killed dozens of bloodthirsty beasts. He had fought with the lions many times, but now Besa was forced to walk on the backs. It filled our hearts to see our friend in this condition. One night and a half passed in refreshing the old memories. In the afternoon we asked our friend to show us the whereabouts of the beasts so that the beasts would not harm anyone else. Our friend took us to a nearby village. They were doing a little work on the edge of the forest. Our friend said that government officials also came here to hunt these beasts, but it is not known why they have not been killed so far. Seeing the guns in our hands, people gathered around us. We reassured them that they should not worry, these beasts can no longer escape us. Searching, we arrived at the place where the beasts lived. There was a cave-like place among the dense trees. From my own experience, I guessed that this could be the place for lions. I think that's right. The bloodthirsty beasts had made their home here. Markroh would drag the man or animal into the cave and then eat it with satisfaction. We chose a tree to build a scaffolding, from which we could see the path leading to the cave and the river. In this way, the beasts would come out to drink or come to eat our tied animals, they would be our target.His friend Kohm asked him to arrange a calf and set up camp outside the forest. When it came time to build the scaffolding, the local laborers refused to enter the forest. So we had to build the scaffolding ourselves. The scaffolding was so big that the three of us friends could easily sit on it. As the day wore on, the calf was tied to a tree. We sat on the scaffolding and waited for the evening. As evening fell, silence fell in the forest. At the same time, mosquitoes attacked us. We got mosquito repellent lotion on our hands and face. Then they took hot tea out of the thermos, drank it and sat down. Sometimes the moon would be hidden in the clouds, sometimes the leaves would start shining in its moonlight.
Suddenly the calf tied up for fodder stood up and tried to untie the rope. We were startled. The lioness was not yet out of her cage. It must have been another animal that smelled like a calf. Then there was a rustle in the bushes and we saw someone coming out of the bushes. It came out of one's mouth. He was really an old man. He was wearing a dhoti and a vest and he was looking around as if waiting for someone.A friend of ours came down from a tree with a gun without thinking of any precaution and struck it like lightning. He put one hand on the man's face and lifted him on his back. The hunting program went awry. We brought the old man to our camp. He looked very poor, he was struggling to save himself. As soon as our friend removed his hand from his mouth, he said angrily: "Why have you caught me?" You may not know that suicide is a crime. "We said, 'Poverty is a greater crime than suicide.'" He said that he had come to be a prey of lions for the sake of his son and daughter-in-law, because if a beast kills a human being, the government gives two lakh rupees to his family. People who have died before, their families were given aid money by the government. I thought I would die a few days later, why not make arrangements to alleviate my son's poverty. We were looking at this old man with petrified eyes and thinking that man could be so compelled by poverty that we took the old man to his son's house. Explain to him that elders are the capital of their children, value them, take care of them and serve them. Change your situation by working hard, trust the person above, he is the agent. We later killed the two man-eating lions when they came to feast on leftover calf meat. We gave the precious skins of the two lions as a gift to this poor old man and promised to see our friend again and said goodbye and returned home.
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