I was counting all the cliffs we had covered so far along the zigzag trail cutting through it, when suddenly Shankar-my forest guide, who was walking a little ahead of me stopped, bent down and began crawling through the tall grass.
Without turning around, he signaled me to do the same. I was already on my knees.
While I was still trying to figure out what it was, I could clearly sense the fear in his eyes.
I had never seen Shankar so cautious. .
I knew immediately it wasn't a Sambhar or a spotted deer.
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound of bamboo echoed in the air!
The tall me, tried my best to bent down and see through the bushes where Shankar's finger was pointing. . .
It was only after a few moments of intense scrutiny, my eyes could find a pair of brown eyes starring right back at us.
"Male Bison!"- Shankar whispered. .
His sheer size was so intimidating that I realized if he decides to charge, we would be in a deep trouble.
We were on the edge of a cliff, with a valley on one side and a 2-ton fierce angry beast on the other, waiting to separate our head from our shoulders.
Fortunately, he ran away the moment winds changed its directions leaving behind muddy footprints, a pile of dung and a brand new blog post for me.
I still remember the look in those eyes...of both Shankar and the Bison!