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A Record for the Zoological College of Edinburgh of the June 7, 1881 Hunt
As written by Expedition Leader Arthur Greene, Big Game Hunter of Texas
We arrived at Port Avalon on the coast of Indakistan on June 1, 1881. It was there that I was introduced to Lord Redford Harrignton who gave me four of those Indaki Native Guides he had hired with the promise of rifled muskets, little did I know that I was expected to supply them. I ended up buying the guides the guns out of my own pocket and sent a letter back to the college, they would later reimburse me for the unexpected cost. On June 3 we boarded a river boat that travelled north and delivered us to the coast of what the guides called “Tulak Babanja”, or the Tigers Earth. It was explained that the Babanji Tiger enjoyed hunting the bears here since they were too large to climb after the tigers and they were considerably less intelligent.
We left he boat and moved inland to the hunting grounds where stone pillars outlined the grounds, a warning to the guides fellow tribesmen to avoid the tiger grounds, I was going in. A looping trail went in and came out nearby through the grounds, this is where the native tribesmen would run in and out to test their bravery, I wasn’t running anywhere, I was going to stalk the stalkers. When we crossed the boundaries that supposedly kept the tigers in we were immediately greeted by the Stegosaurus who swung his spiked tail about. The guides were nervous and did waited for me to act. I fired my Large Caliber rifle and score a hit on the beast but only because of the power of my rifle. The natives fired and all but one of their bullets bounced off the Stegosaurus hide.
The guides fumbled about as they reloaded their guns and I fired two rounds out of my rifle that did a large amount of damage to the Stegos front leg. The beast continued charging forward and the guides fired again at it, with only bullet actually doing anything to the creature. The Stego was considerably angry and charged right at me waiving his tail about and cutting deep into my leg. With my Bowie Knife and well fitting Fighting Trousers I was able to finish of the Stego with a series of slashes to its throat. I whistled the signal and a group of men came running into the area and pulled the massive body of the Stego out and to the boat.
We pushed on after wrapping my leg where we saw the Babanji tiger, a common sight in this part of the jungle. I immediately fired and killed the tiger before the guides could comprehend what was going on. At this point we noticed a second tiger in the trees only moments before dropping in front of me. This time the natives reacted and killed the tiger with a lethal volley of lead. We moved on after a brief celebration of bravery and discovered a bears scratching post, with the bear still there. I get the drop on the bear and hit him well placed shot but he charges on as the guides continue to reload their muskets. At this point I was wishing I had purchased them Breach Loading rifles at the least. The bear reached me mighty fast but I was able to place two bullets from my revolver in its head. I do apologize for ruining the head of this specimen but as you can see and will hear I did retrieve several more.
At this point we did rest and reload our weapons. One of the natives wrapped a strange purple and orange lead around my leg and a soothing sensation did sink into me. We managed to communicate a very small amount and he gathered me several samples of the leaf he called “Men’Na’Thol” and we began on the path again, at this point now wrapping around and heading back towards the boat. It was around this bend I would meet the most dangerous animal I have ever done battle with, the Ivory Plains Rhino. I saw the giant grey skinned rhino eating on the path and decided that this was my only chance to ever obtain one of these rare specimens. I took careful aim and fired my rifled that only barely pierced the skin of the rhino. It let out a sharp and terrifying scream as it turned toward us. The beast began his charge in a furry as the guides fired at the rhino. I watched their bullets flatten against the hide of the rhino and fall to the ground.
I fired my revolver hopelessly only scoring a minor wound which did not phase the rhino. The guides were petrified with fear as the rhino reached me, horn first. He left his mark in my side but I managed to pull out my trusty bowie knife and lucky charm, a Jackalope horn. I began a series of clean and deep cuts that eventually drop the rhino after six minutes of cutting. I removed myself from the horn of the rhino and proceeded to remove one ear of the creature as my tax. I do hope this does not damage your scientific endeavors.
The guides then insisted that they take lead since I was so injured, I grudgingly allowed it and we began to move after I used one of those natives leaves on the hole in my side. We continued on and could smell the smoke of the boat, unfortunately what we could not smell was bear hiding on the path. We only saw him when he rose up to scare us off. I was in no mood for this and fired a single clean shot through the bears heart killing him before the guides had leveled their muskets. We knew we were moving too slowly since we could hear the recovery party fighting to move the dead Rhino and the sun was setting.
Moving quickly we watched as the boat grew closer and closer and the sky grew darker and darker. This was not Texas, certainly. The shadows form the trees would have fooled me that it was night if I weren’t for the trusted guides knowledge. We were suddenly stopped when a pair of giant bears came barreling at us out of nowhere. I must say that these creatures in the jungles here are quite more aggressive then any of the ones I have hunted before. Two of the guides were torn apart before my eyes, one of them my friend who gave me the leaves. The other two guides fired at the bears bust missed completely, and I cannot say I blame them after seeing their friends killed like that. I fired my rifle into both bears and dropped them instantly.
We quickly made it to the boat where I was seen to by a doctor from France or Poland, I cannot recall the specifics at this point due to blood loss. I arranged for considerable payment to the guides and their families and made my departure when I recovered enough to travel. In all I have delivered one Stegosaurus, three Babanji Tigers, one Ivory Plains Rhino, and five Giant Indaki Bears. I hope this suits you well enough as I will not be hunting for some time until my wounds are healed.
Big Game Hunter Arthur Greene of Texas
July 18, 1881
As written by Expedition Leader Arthur Greene, Big Game Hunter of Texas
We arrived at Port Avalon on the coast of Indakistan on June 1, 1881. It was there that I was introduced to Lord Redford Harrignton who gave me four of those Indaki Native Guides he had hired with the promise of rifled muskets, little did I know that I was expected to supply them. I ended up buying the guides the guns out of my own pocket and sent a letter back to the college, they would later reimburse me for the unexpected cost. On June 3 we boarded a river boat that travelled north and delivered us to the coast of what the guides called “Tulak Babanja”, or the Tigers Earth. It was explained that the Babanji Tiger enjoyed hunting the bears here since they were too large to climb after the tigers and they were considerably less intelligent.
We left he boat and moved inland to the hunting grounds where stone pillars outlined the grounds, a warning to the guides fellow tribesmen to avoid the tiger grounds, I was going in. A looping trail went in and came out nearby through the grounds, this is where the native tribesmen would run in and out to test their bravery, I wasn’t running anywhere, I was going to stalk the stalkers. When we crossed the boundaries that supposedly kept the tigers in we were immediately greeted by the Stegosaurus who swung his spiked tail about. The guides were nervous and did waited for me to act. I fired my Large Caliber rifle and score a hit on the beast but only because of the power of my rifle. The natives fired and all but one of their bullets bounced off the Stegosaurus hide.
The guides fumbled about as they reloaded their guns and I fired two rounds out of my rifle that did a large amount of damage to the Stegos front leg. The beast continued charging forward and the guides fired again at it, with only bullet actually doing anything to the creature. The Stego was considerably angry and charged right at me waiving his tail about and cutting deep into my leg. With my Bowie Knife and well fitting Fighting Trousers I was able to finish of the Stego with a series of slashes to its throat. I whistled the signal and a group of men came running into the area and pulled the massive body of the Stego out and to the boat.
We pushed on after wrapping my leg where we saw the Babanji tiger, a common sight in this part of the jungle. I immediately fired and killed the tiger before the guides could comprehend what was going on. At this point we noticed a second tiger in the trees only moments before dropping in front of me. This time the natives reacted and killed the tiger with a lethal volley of lead. We moved on after a brief celebration of bravery and discovered a bears scratching post, with the bear still there. I get the drop on the bear and hit him well placed shot but he charges on as the guides continue to reload their muskets. At this point I was wishing I had purchased them Breach Loading rifles at the least. The bear reached me mighty fast but I was able to place two bullets from my revolver in its head. I do apologize for ruining the head of this specimen but as you can see and will hear I did retrieve several more.
At this point we did rest and reload our weapons. One of the natives wrapped a strange purple and orange lead around my leg and a soothing sensation did sink into me. We managed to communicate a very small amount and he gathered me several samples of the leaf he called “Men’Na’Thol” and we began on the path again, at this point now wrapping around and heading back towards the boat. It was around this bend I would meet the most dangerous animal I have ever done battle with, the Ivory Plains Rhino. I saw the giant grey skinned rhino eating on the path and decided that this was my only chance to ever obtain one of these rare specimens. I took careful aim and fired my rifled that only barely pierced the skin of the rhino. It let out a sharp and terrifying scream as it turned toward us. The beast began his charge in a furry as the guides fired at the rhino. I watched their bullets flatten against the hide of the rhino and fall to the ground.
I fired my revolver hopelessly only scoring a minor wound which did not phase the rhino. The guides were petrified with fear as the rhino reached me, horn first. He left his mark in my side but I managed to pull out my trusty bowie knife and lucky charm, a Jackalope horn. I began a series of clean and deep cuts that eventually drop the rhino after six minutes of cutting. I removed myself from the horn of the rhino and proceeded to remove one ear of the creature as my tax. I do hope this does not damage your scientific endeavors.
The guides then insisted that they take lead since I was so injured, I grudgingly allowed it and we began to move after I used one of those natives leaves on the hole in my side. We continued on and could smell the smoke of the boat, unfortunately what we could not smell was bear hiding on the path. We only saw him when he rose up to scare us off. I was in no mood for this and fired a single clean shot through the bears heart killing him before the guides had leveled their muskets. We knew we were moving too slowly since we could hear the recovery party fighting to move the dead Rhino and the sun was setting.
Moving quickly we watched as the boat grew closer and closer and the sky grew darker and darker. This was not Texas, certainly. The shadows form the trees would have fooled me that it was night if I weren’t for the trusted guides knowledge. We were suddenly stopped when a pair of giant bears came barreling at us out of nowhere. I must say that these creatures in the jungles here are quite more aggressive then any of the ones I have hunted before. Two of the guides were torn apart before my eyes, one of them my friend who gave me the leaves. The other two guides fired at the bears bust missed completely, and I cannot say I blame them after seeing their friends killed like that. I fired my rifle into both bears and dropped them instantly.
We quickly made it to the boat where I was seen to by a doctor from France or Poland, I cannot recall the specifics at this point due to blood loss. I arranged for considerable payment to the guides and their families and made my departure when I recovered enough to travel. In all I have delivered one Stegosaurus, three Babanji Tigers, one Ivory Plains Rhino, and five Giant Indaki Bears. I hope this suits you well enough as I will not be hunting for some time until my wounds are healed.
Big Game Hunter Arthur Greene of Texas
July 18, 1881