Word: poacher
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Back in White Haven, Teddy was probably too large for his assassin to cart off or butcher on the spot, which rubs restaurant manager Lisa Fisher raw. "[The poacher] was on our property when he killed that bear," she huffs. "Teddy never bothered anyone. He'd make a mess; we'd clean it up. Our customers just loved...
...iron traps near a game-park watering hole, then wait for a tiger to take a wrong step. But when the trap's jagged metal teeth sink into its paw, the tiger howls-an alarm that can rouse a sleepy park ranger. So, a smart poacher will plunge a spear down the trapped animal's throat and tear out its vocal chords; then, at his leisure, he can poison or electrocute the cat-or, if the buyer doesn't mind a bullet hole in the pelt, simply shoot...
...harder, in fact, to catch a poacher than a tiger. Typically, says Desai, who has spent a decade chasing poachers and pelt dealers across the central Indian state of Maharashtra, the hunt begins with a tip-off from informants or rival dealers. Then you arrange a pelt showing. When the dealer unfurls his roll of pelts, you sniff each skin to check its quality. After that, you arrange the buy-in the midst of which the police pounce, arresting the dealer. This hunt can take months, only to be followed by the legal battle, which can take years...
...Desai, the poacher hunter, despairs for the animals he lives to protect. Despite his efforts, he laments, "There's an unbelievable quantity of skins on the market." Indeed, as India revels in its emergence as a global economic power, conservationists wonder if the unique wildlife that once owned the land is simply being left behind, shed like an old skin. "I think India has to ask itself if it really wants the tiger," says Wright. "Because the signs are it doesn...
Everyone in Assynt [EM] a small district in the north-western Scottish Highlands [EM] knows Robbie Mackenzie. He's a poacher, and once served four months in prison for killing 49 deer in one weekend. Mackenzie is right at home in the landscape, with the double-humpbacked mountain of Suilven and the Abhainn na Clach Airigh River rushing through the moorlands. But last August, as he strode out to bag his first stag of the season, everything seemed unfamiliar. For the first time in his 42 years, Mackenzie didn't have to look over his shoulder. For the first time...