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This is part two. If you missed the first part, read it here. Over the next few months Richard and Noel could be seen constantly shooting at poor blood-suckers or competing at target practise.They were never without their guns.They were taught how to shoot,and clean their guns and most important to be careful when people were about.The daisy was not a powerful gun and unsupervised, they were only allowed to use darts instead of pellets. Richard and Noel, were not unlike a lot of other young Anglo-indian boys -- and girls too, it must be said-- who were proficient in the use of firearms.It was part of AI tradition.
Every now and then,the men at Edgars block would arrange a "big game hunting party".Noel's dad gave in to taking Noel along,so Richard's dad decided to take him along also."they would keep each other company".he said."and anyway its time they learned how to hunt." Richard's mum however, still worried about the whole thing. He was 10 years old now and with a sigh, she realised that soon-- too soon maybe-- he would be a young man. Ah well!
The day arrived, charged with excitement.It all started with the arrival of the company tipper truck."Are we going in the truck dad"asked Richard "yes", said his dad " you and Noel, are riding in the front with uncle Ian".(who was the driver)Everything was loaded up,and with the whole block cheering them, eight men and two young boys set off for a village near "kamasamudra forest" on "a hunting trip".After what seemed like a very long journey,to Richard and Noel, they reached the village.It looked as if the villagers were expecting them, because they all gathered around and began unloading the stuff from the truck, and into a bullock cart.
Then uncle Ian said "see you tomorrow,about twelve noon",jumped into the tipper and drove away.
Richard's dad and the other "uncles",were talking, very intently to a villager.Then dad came over and told Richard and Noel that they were going to have some lunch in an hour,and in the meantime they were going to shoot some wild dog that were always hanging around the village. It seems that,some of these dogs were rabid,and were quite daring in their raids on the village.they would even attack young children,if the villagers were not careful."No,I'm sorry you and Noel cant come,its too dangerous,stay here,we'll try not to be too long,and then we'll have some chicken curry and rice for lunch". Well that was alright then,a nice big fat bribe.They both decided to go looking for myna nests or even baby parrots to pass the time. Over the next few months Richard and Noel could be seen constantly shooting at poor blood-suckers or competing at target practise.They were never without their guns.They were taught how to shoot,and clean their guns and most important to be careful when people were about.The daisy was not a powerful gun and unsupervised, they were only allowed to use darts instead of pellets. Richard and Noel, were not unlike a lot of other young Anglo-indian boys -- and girls too, it must be said-- who were proficient in the use of firearms.It was part of AI tradition.
Every now and then,the men at Edgars block would arrange a "big game hunting party".Noel's dad gave in to taking Noel along,so Richard's dad decided to take him along also."they would keep each other company".he said."and anyway its time they learned how to hunt." Richard's mum however, still worried about the whole thing. He was 10 years old now and with a sigh, she realised that soon-- too soon maybe-- he would be a young man.Ah well!
The day arrived, charged with excitement.It all started with the arrival of the company tipper truck."Are we going in the truck dad"asked Richard "yes", said his dad " you and Noel, are riding in the front with uncle Ian".(who was the driver)Everything was loaded up,and with the whole block cheering them, eight men and two young boys set off for a village near "kamasamudra forest" on "a hunting trip".After what seemed like a very long journey,to Richard and Noel, they reached the village.It looked as if the villagers were expecting them, because they all gathered around and began unloading the stuff from the truck, and into a bullock cart.
Then uncle Ian said "see you tomorrow,about twelve noon",jumped into the tipper and drove away.
Richard's dad and the other "uncles",were talking, very intently to a villager.Then dad came over and told Richard and Noel that they were going to have some lunch in an hour,and in the meantime they were going to shoot some wild dog that were always hanging around the village. It seems that,some of these dogs were rabid,and were quite daring in their raids on the village.they would even attack young children,if the villagers were not careful."No,I'm sorry you and Noel cant come,its too dangerous,stay here,we'll try not to be too long,and then we'll have some chicken curry and rice for lunch". Well that was alright then,a nice big fat bribe.They both decided to go looking for myna nests or even baby parrots to pass the time.
Suddenly, a shout went up.Everyone was cheering and shouting,and running to the end of the village. The eight AI "shikaris"(hunters)walked proudly in front of a whole gang of village men,who were dragging quite a few dead dog carcasses, tied to ropes.They had managed to shoot six wild dogs.We all then sat under a tree,and a village man came up to dad with a cycle tube around his neck.The booze had arrived."Come on men,have a wet"(have a drink).they all jumped up,but no one had any mugs or glasses to drink from,only canteens of water.In the end all The shikaris drank their"zut"(country,grog)from Richard and Noels air rifle pellet tins.Then they had lunch. The chicken curry was very "chilly hot"(only forty chillies chile!!!) "Dad whats this long slimy thing,looks disgusting"said Richard."Eat it" said uncle Pat,"its good for you"
They soon realised, that the village cook wastes nothing.The feet,the head,the guts? were all cooked.Of course,needless to say "The Shikaris" now, very merry on their "zut,fut,put" really enjoyed their lunch (with much finger licking) .After they had a fag,it was time for forty winks.------Reminds me of a song that used to be sung at Saidapet feast in Madras.
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Written by winnie on 2007-04-02 17:41:09
Sounds pretty good,except the Author  repeated himself twice or was it the Zut,Fut,Put,too strong.Cheers buddy.no offence. | Written by ruth on 2006-05-28 00:19:47
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Written by MIKIE on 2006-04-28 11:46:31
THOSE GUYS REMIND ME OF ME AND MY BUDY DEREK THAT WITE DUDE YOU COULD SEE HIM A MILE AWAY AND YOU WOULD KNOW HE WAS COMING.THISE SKINNY LEGS OF HIS ANY WAY,I LIVE IN BANGALORE INDIA AND WE HAVE SLUG GUNS THE POINT 77 OR THE POINT 2 AND WE USED TO GO SHOOTING THOSE POOR BLOOD SUCKERS WE USED TO CALL IT BUFFY LAND,I FORGOT WHERE I GOT THAT FROM BUT THATS WHAT WE USED TO CALL IT.HE WAS A GOOD SHOT TOO.THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME WE DECIDED TO GET UP EARLY AND GO SHOIOTING AND WE ACTUALLY DID AND WENFORGOT TO TAKE THE FOOD AND HE DAY STARTED OF FINE AND TI WAS QUITE LATE IN THE AFTERNOON AND WE WERE GETTIG HUNGRY NO CASH AS USUAL WE SAW A HUGE GROVE FILLED WITH GAWVA TREES SO WE WENT IN AND STARTED FILLING OUR SHIRTS AND WE DID NOT NOTICE THE WATCH MAN COMING,AS WE HEARD HIM SHOUT WE STARTED TO RUN BUT DERICKS SHIRT CAME LOOSE AND THE FRUIT WENT ALL OVER THE PLACE AND HE SLIPPED ON ONE OF THEM AND FELL FLAT ON HIS FACE AND THE WATCH MA CAUGHT HIM SO I HAD TO COME BACK TP RESCUE HIM BUT DID NOT KNOW HOW BUT I CAME BACK ANY WAY.HE WAS BLOWING HIS HEAD OFF WIT SOME WORDS I DID NOT EVEN KNOW TILL I WAS OLDER ANY WAY AN IDEA CLICKED I SAID WOW LOOK AT THAT PLAIN AND THE WATCH MAN TURNED TO LOOK AND IN THAT SPLIT SECOND WE TOOK OFF AT HIGH SPEED AND THERE WAS NOT A CHANCE IN HELL THAT HE WOULD HAVE CAUGHT US.THEN WE FOUNF A HUGE WELL AND WENT FOR A SWIM AND DID A LITTLE MORE SHOOTING AND TAHT WAS A REALLY MERABLE DAY FOR BOTH OF US.WEL IT WAS NICE TO SHARE AN EXPERIENCE LIKE THAT WITH SOME ONE TAHT REALLY UNDERSTANDS ME THE WAY ANGLOS DO.ID LOVE TO HEAR MORE STUFF FROM EVERY ONE IF THATS EVEN POSSIBLE WELL I HAVE TO TRY.SO KEEP IN TOUCH WILL YAAAA.... | Written by Florence on 2006-04-25 07:41:08
Yo have done it again Brother! Once again the memories are comming back. Lokking forward to more. | Monique
Written by Guest on 2006-04-24 12:21:16
ohh noo! im crying in laughter...hahaha...im curious about what Richard found in the chilly hot chicken curry...my stomach sides ache laughing and by the way what was sung at saidapet feast....  |
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