The Archive · 1934

Hunting on the Tibetan Border

Adventurous Young Couple Describe Experiences: — Sikong Not a Paradise for Game

Members of the Shanghai Rotary) Club, who held their usual tiffin reunion at the Metropole Hotel Thursday, were entertained to a most interesting and informative double addies given by Mr. and Mrs. Jack 'T, Young, who took for their sub. ject "Hunting and bartering on the Borderlands of Tibet."

Introduced by Mr, William Vinson Lee, the chairman of the Programme Commnitiee, Mrs. Young first enchanted her audience with her experiences, recounting them ina racy and Interesting manner which at once rivetted the attention of alli present upon her. remarks. Com. menting that, while some people may have imagined Sikong to be 1 "paradise" for game, the speaker personally found it to be no paradise for the hunter of such game.

In the first place" said Mrs. Young] "one has to depend entirely upon the natives, who are not only unreliable but deceitful aswell: evea if they are willing to help you, thei: hunting dogs are not to be depended unpen. In the second place, the extreme high altitude renders it very picul! for one to move abou', while in the third place the country densely afforestated, and the animals are hard to find, and small in umber. Sportsmen usually. use four methods of hunting—dogs, be erg, still bunting, and tracking, and @ifferect methods suit different cir cumstances and different surround: ings. We employed three, and on was as exasperating as the other.

"We met our first diMiculties at 9 place called Chu Rung-chien, on the banks of the Yalung river, several days south of Tachienlu. The ad~ jacent mountains were reputed be over-run with Sambar, a specie of deer about the size of a hors: whose antlers are considered to be very valuable for medicine. Upon our art.val we called upon the Head: man and arranged with him for the fattenfence of all the native hunters. We waited, but only one appeares and that one said that owing to the! Presence of leopards, he was afraid to loose his dogs, and we could not have their service, The excuse was a lame one, the real reason being that he did not wish us to go for deer and did not want to help us, fag every one that we shot would] mean che less for him, and lose him Rs, 800, that being the' sum he could obtain for a pair of deer antlers, and besides which sum the sma' amount of money we offered him for his services seemed very in. sign'fcant. At long last, however, 10 agreed to assist us, and early the next morning he met' us and guided us tothe mountain, and stationed us, emphasising that we must liste)

the barking of his dogs, and be prepared to shoot. I, being som Wwhat of a "greenhorn' at the game' stayed with the guide, but after abort hours tedious waiting, during which I heard occasionally the faint barking of the dogs, T began to fall asleep, only to be awakened thorough ly by Jack, my husband, shaking mo and raging there's something fishs about all this. I hear the dogs all right, but they never seem to come any nearer: I'm going to look for them." Tu about an hour he returned with the ' told you so smile' on his face: the dogs were tied to a tree, tersely remarked."

The Problem of Altitu 'The unreliability of the dogs is} hardly tess than that of the natives. In another hunt in which we employed dogs and natives, the dogs gave up deer chasing in order to] play around' with a porcupine: sometimes a stray dog barking at the base of the mountain would! bring ell the other dogs down, and all woud Leave you sitting at' your post for nothing. At such times the only relief is to grit your teeth, tear your hair, and swear that you will never use native dogs again! Also, there is the problem of altitude to be met and overcome. In blue sheep hunting we reached our most spin. tickling, hair-raising moments, for they inhabit the high cliffs, and, in order to get within shooting' distane:, one must be climbing hand and foot up steep precipices and rocks, that are as straight as a wall.

"Hucting, in all its phases, seems to me to be a game of chance. Wel spent un entire month in the Konks territory after bears, and only succeeded each one of a different variety. Quentin, my husband's brother who accompanied us, had track ed then for weeks, and the tim when he saw the bear was at time when He had not even started to huni for it, It happened near the Mucht. valley when a sharp crackle arrested his attention, when found, not 30 togt away,'an enormous

its career. heart' Une well-placed bullet ended

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