I killed the first two of my three man eating Royal Bengal tigers with a 12 gauge (2 3/4”) Pakistani single barrel Sikender shotgun (which had a 32” fully choked barrel), loaded with Eley Alphamax 36 gram eight pellet L.G shells. Advertised velocity of the shells was 1120 fps and they used fiber wads. Through the fully choked barrel of that old Pakistani single barrel, those L.G shells could produce extremely tight patterns. At 20 yards, all eight pellets will consistently go into a 12” circle.
I shot both of the tigers in farms at night, while one of my forest guards was holding a six cell Maglite torchlight. In the beam of the torchlight, I could only see the two glowing eyes. So I aimed an inch below the eyes, in order to make an educated guess as to where the base of the chest was. The first one, I shot from the window of a bamboo shed on ground level. The second one, I shot from the top of a macchan. I shot them from such close ranges that on both the occasions, all eight L.G pellets had hit the tigers. But neither of them dropped to the shot.
I shot the first one at roughly 8:30 PM. He spent (at least) the next two hours circling the shed, while making gurgled growls. At around 10:30 PM, it started to rain. Now, my torchlight bearer and I started to get scared because we could no longer hear him. At roughly 3:30 PM, we heard the sounds of the man eater swimming and crossing the canal. In the morning, when my other forest guards came from the launch and we (my torchlight bearer and I) got out of the shed … we found the carcass of the man eater on the other side of the canal (right outside where the forest begins). A postmortem showed that six L.G pellets had hit the tiger in the front of the chest and all of them had flattened out like clay putty against the tiger’s rock hard chest muscles (without even a single one of them managing to get even remotely close to the heart). Two L.G pellets had managed to hit the man eater’s throat and had caused noticeable damage to the trachea and the blood vessels in the throat. Despite this, the tiger had managed to survive for at least seven hours after after getting shot. During this time, he repeatedly circled our bamboo shed and actually managed to cross the canal and almost managed to reach the forest before succumbing to his gunshot wound. The canal was 100 yards away from where I had shot the tiger and the canal itself was roughly 90 yards wide. So that means that the tiger must have crossed at least 190 yards before succumbing.
I shot the second man eater at 10 PM. After receiving the shot, the man eater disappeared from our sight. I ordered my forest guard to switch the torchlight off. Until roughly 2 AM, we could keep hearing the tiger’s growls. In the morning, when my other forest guards came from the launch and we (my torchlight bearer and I) finally climbed down from the macchan… we found the carcass of the man eater lying in a ditch; roughly 30 yards away from where I had shot him. A postmortem showed that seven of the L.G pellets had hit the tiger in the front of the chest and all of them had flattened out like clay putty against the tiger’s rock hard chest muscles (without even a single one of them managing to get even remotely close to the heart). One L.G pellet had managed to sever the man eater’s jugular vein. This had eventually caused him to bleed to death. But he still lasted no less than four hours after getting the shot.
What I wouldn’t give to have been able to face those man eating Royal Bengal tigers armed with my .600 Nitro Express (loaded with 900Gr Labor Fur Ballistik soft points) or at least a .375 Holland & Holland Magnum (loaded with 300Gr Nosler Partition soft points)…