The pull of Bandipur had become unbearable.
27th August, 2015
It seemed that it had fed well and was cooling off its systems in the water. We weren't sure if it was a male or female but the tiger (or tigress) was not looking disturbed by our presence. Cameras were clicking away furiously on all sides but the rattle of the shutters didn't seem to annoy the beast. Then, suddenly, it came to life.
It lifted it's big head and folded its rear legs as if to get up. Perhaps all the noise from our vehicles and excited visitors had annoyed it.
Then after a moment's hesitation it laid its head on its paws and lay down again. It seemed it was too full to move.
After a momentary exchange of glances, which literally left me with jellied knees, he dropped his head again.
Then for another brief moment he lifted his head, looked up, sweeping all the parked vehicles with heavy lidded gaze before slumping down again to catch up with a disturbed dream!
It was past 6.30, time for the park gates to close. When we left him, he was still facing away soaking in the brown water.
It was the best encounter I had with a tiger in the wild, and the longest. It seemed that the new Zuiko 90-250mm f2.8 was proving lucky for me!