AN UNIQUE HUNT IN NEPAL

General Kiran with tiger shot by Colt .45

Mr. James Stone was the project manager of Riblet Tramway Company that set up the Kathmandu - Hetauda Ropeway under U.S. Aid in 1959 A.D. Riblet took our estate Kiran Bhawan on rent for their personnel and Bill Stone, son of the manager, spent a few years of his childhood with his parents in Nepal. Bill discovered my blog and sent me this story my father General Kiran had written on his unique hunt, a copy of which he autographed and presented to Jim. It is a fascinating account and I was enraptured by it even though I was familiar with the story. By God's grace I still have the skin attached to the mounted head of the same tiger my father bagged with his Colt .45.

Crayon Painting of General Kiran commemorating the unique tiger shoot.

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