* * * * * Later, as the sun set on that same day, my father found himself lying prone on the manicured grass lip of a bunker overlooking the dead bullock at the jungle’s edge. Despite the dry season the grounds staff kept the golf course well watered and green. His hands sweated profusely on the Holland & Holland, caliber .240, rifle favored by women hunters. While Scotty lay prone next to him puffing slowly on his pipe, holding at the ready a Rigby, caliber .470, big game rifle. According to Scotty the tiger should return directly after sunset to claim its kill. If Scotty’s rifle miss-fired, jammed, or ran out of ammo, it was my dad’s job to hand him the backup Holland & Holland. Personally however, my father preferred Scotty use an ...