Satpura Jungle Safari And Resorts

The timberland is quiet to the point that I can just hear the stir of the sal leaves under our feet. The white, fruitless phantom tree maintains eye contact with me for a spell. The sun's brilliant beams radiate through the tree's limbs, as the backwoods drowsily stirs. Our naturalist and guide are somewhere down in a conversation about the earlier day's startling bear locating. They unexpectedly stop in mid-discussion, for the particular sound of a sambar deer's alert call has ended the surprising quietness of the woods. A hunter – doubtlessly a tiger, bear, or panther – is in the region. As we head toward the deer's call, langurs toll from the trees over, their hack-like caution call giving me Goosebumps. Maybe you have been on a safari in an Indian national park , and felt the hair-raising energy of being on a hunter pursue? I felt it as well, aside from mine was bound with a hint of cold dread. Since we weren't in a jeep as we moved closer to the alert