You can hear the rusteling of the trees when the wind blows over the jungle. We were out hunting for big cats and we had to be x-tra careful and calm for the hunt.

we reach high country and it was very dangerous lurking around big cat country.

The guides lead us directly in the lair of panthers, they were about a hundred yards ahead. I pulled the dart raffel from my back and walk gentley in the direction of the guides.

Just then the noise of the ratteling of cans and metal sounded. I jump across into the bushes hiding, waiting for my first sight of the panther known to many as monoma the evil and sadistic killer of the jungle.

“Boss man, watch your self Monoma is around we smell him”

Momoma was hiding watching everything from a grass lair, he had large green eyes with a black puiple. Rare in the jungle for a panther.

I walk a little further when all of a sudden out of the bush Monoma jump me. This cat was huge, I yelled and scream and could not keep him off of my throat. the guides ran to..