He hadn’t. I’d worn the binding out of a copy when I was a teen. So I told him about how Corbett, a colonel in the British Indian Army who had often been tasked with hunting down man-eating tigers, had hunted down 33 man-eaters. Accounts say these tigers (and a few leopards) killed more than 1,200 people before Corbett showed with his bolt-action rifle and hunting prowess. The first tiger he killed, the Champawat Tiger, is said to be responsible for 436 deaths. Each hunt for a man-eater is a riveting, personal essay on how Corbett managed to slay a beast that had turned to eating humans. One he called in as darkness was descending in the bush; another he tracked and killed as it was sleeping only feet from him. He thought that unsportsmanlike, but justified it because if he gave the tiger a chance and it got away, it would likely kill more people. By comparison the book "The Lions of Tsavo" is a dry, rarely amusing, account written in a stodgy, old British travel-journal style.