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Wild Boar Hunting

 



We lived in a kampong where there was an abundance of wild boar hunters. These hunters were not professional hunters but took up hunting as a hobby during their free time. These hunters usually indulged in their pastime during weekends when they had their rest days. Their hunting grounds were the forests surrounding our village. 


We village folk used to await these hunting days as there would be enough meat for every house in the kampong. Times were hard and families could not afford to buy meat often and we always looked forward to these hunting days as it meant meat for every household following a hunting expedition. The kampong was located near a Catholic Church. For some reason there were only  Catholic families there. We were the only Hindu family and to this day, I do not know how my mother managed to rent a house in the all Catholic neighbourhood . One  possibility  is that she was a teacher employed in a Catholic Tamil school and that had earned her some Brownie points.


     I am digressing. So one day the menfolk announced they were going wild boar hunting. The announcement

brought joy to the housewives and they set out organising into teams for the tasks they anticipated lay ahead when the menfolk returned from their hunt.  

Around noon the women had completed their tasks and were ready to receive the men with their kill so that cooking of meals could commence and be ready for lunch later in the afternoon. Around 1.30pm the ladies witnessed the cars of hunters returning but there was a certain ominous quiet unlike the noise and fanfare that usually accompanied when the hunters returned from their hunt. 


The older women who had observed similar incidents in the past knew that not all was right and began shedding tears. When the convoy of vehicles reached the compound they saw the lifeless body of a neighbour at the back of a 4 wheel drive. The cries of the wife and children on becoming aware of the death of their loved one erupted and it was a pitiful sight. Soon news spread through the village that one of the hunters who ran after a boar he had shot, was himself a target when his companions mistook the movement in the bushes as that of a boar and sent a volley of bullets that killed their friend instantaneously. 


Following this episode, boar hunting ceased in the village as the hunters guns were seized by the police and all licences were withdrawn to avoid any recurrence of this incident.        


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