As a young boy, not so very long after the death of his father, he was walking alone in the forest when he stumbled right into a large Bengal, peering out at him from a plum bush. The tiger could have easily made a meal of the young Corbett with nothing more than a swipe of its claws, but it did not—it merely watched him inquisitively for a moment with its piercing golden eyes before melting away, back into the forest. It
