by Jim Corbett
An account of Corbett's experiences hunting tigers and in one instance a leopard. The man personifies the typical pulp hero – utterly without fear, nonchalantly heroic and replete with amusing foibles, like absolutely craving a smoke and a nice hot cuppa tea even while waiting on a tree branch with rifle in hand in the dead of night for the man-eating tiger to come that way. If these stories hadn't been true, they wouldn't be worth reading, but as it is, I was impressed, to say the least.
four stars
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