Topic: Hunting for a Yeti

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Just found a picture of my father in the snow and with a hunting party
On the back was 1933 hunting red bear in Himalayas
I recalled the story dad told me
 
     It was a winters evening and the fire was giving out its warm glow, on the floor was a lovely bear skin with very long red-brown fur,  I was about 10 years old and as I cuddled up in its warm luxury dad began to tell the story.

    It was summer in India in 1933 and he was able to get a permit to shoot a- Himalayan red bear- and organize a trip to the Himalayas and arrange a shooting expedition to find a   bear.
Even in those days the bears were rare and they some times came down to the foot hills to supper on the odd human.

      So, even though they were rare, they were also a nuisance to the poor plantation workers.
 There were about 12 workers that carried the supplies and several that would act as scouts to find the bear
the trek to the foot hills began to where a bear was recently sighted.
The camp was set up in the confluence of 3 valleys at 11,000 feet   with 20,000 foot mountains each side  very impressive as the jungle was well below and there was snow everywhere.
   The next day 6 scouts went up the 3 confluent valleys and started to look for the bear.
And it was early afternoon when a very frightened scout returned and told the sahib that they had found a bear approximately a mile or so away.
   Dad and a rifle bearer then followed the scout to where the bear was hunting and soon a    magnificent bear appeared in the near distance.
 With his ‘Jefferies333’ big game hunting rifle he dropped the bear with the first shot.

   The locals called this sort of bear  a name that could be translated to ‘a dirty filthy bear that walks in the snow  on its hind legs’  also translated later as the ‘abominable snow man’ or even ‘yeti’
   Its tracks when left in the snow and in the sun also look like a large  mans  foot prints.
So 74 years later I realised when I found this picture we actually had a skin from a

     ‘Abominable snow man’
 
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a rewrite of this story is below


     
     Just found a picture of my father in the snow.  He was with a hunting party.  On the back was
 ‘1933 hunting red bear in Himalayas.’
 I recalled the story dad told me.   
     It was a winters evening and the fire was giving out its warm glow.
 On the floor was a lovely bearskin. It’s very long red-brown fur.
  I was about 10 years old and as I cuddled up in its warm luxury, dad began to tell the story.

     It was 1933 and summer in India. Dad was able to get a permit to shoot a- Himalayan red-bear- and arranged a shooting expedition to the Himalayas.
     Even in those days the bears were rare.  When they could not find their prey.
 They would come down to the foothills to supper on the odd human.
  So, even though they were rare, they were also deadly to the poor plantation workers.
  There were about 12 workers in the expedition that carried the supplies and several that would act as scouts to find the bear.  The trek to the foothills began where a bear was recently sighted.
     The camp was set up in the confluence of 3 valleys at 11,000 feet, with 20,000-foot mountains each side.  It was very impressive as the jungle was below while in the mountains there was snow everywhere.
 The next day, 2 scouts went up the 3 different valleys and started to look for the bear.
It was early afternoon when a very frightened scout returned and told my father  “Sahib there is a bear a mile away”.
   
     Dad and a rifle bearer then followed the scout to the area where the bear was hunting and soon a magnificent brown colored bear appeared in the near distance.
 With his ‘Jefferies333’ big game hunting rifle, he dropped the bear with the first shot.

   The locals called this sort of bear a name that could be translated to ‘a dirty filthy bear that walks in the snow on its hind legs’ also translated later as the ‘abominable snow man’ or even ‘yeti’
   
     Its tracks when left in the snow also looked like a large mans footprints.  So 74 years later I realized when I found this picture we actually had a skin from an…
 ‘Abominable Snow Man’.