Since the beginning of time, the largest mangrove forest in the world has been glorified with the narratives of the legendary big cat. Sunderbans & the Royal bengal Tiger have thus almost formed a philial bond which has been instrumental in the protection of one of the last stretches of greenery that's impenetrable by human beings. I fell in love with the mangrove forest way back in 2006 when I read 'The Hungry Tide' by Amitav Ghosh. Till this day, I have repeatedly gone back to this vast green retreat, amazed by a landscape that gets sculpted twice a day with the flow of ebb and tide.
February 2021 was no different as we took on another 'pilgrimage' to the Sunderban National Park & Tiger Reserve.
The plan was something like this -
Day 1 -
Start from Kolkata at 4am and drive down to Gadkhali Ferry Ghat (90+ kms).Park our 'Silver Surfer' and board the vessel which would be our floating home for the next 3 days. Full day safari and anchor somewhere mid-river for the night.
Day 2 -
Start early at sunrise (approx. 6:15 am) and full day safari.
Day 3 -
Similar to Day 2 with drop at Gadkhali Ferry Ghat by 6:30pm. Drive back to Kolkata.
This was mostly going to be a birding tour and we did have a few target species in mind. Hence we decided to maximize our time inside the forest by staying on the boat. The boats are not allowed to stay inside the core forest perimeter after sundown. However you can anchor on the main river (Gumti) near the forest entry. This enables a considerable head start at sunrise and paves the way for spotting truly elusive and rare species in the wee hours of the morning. As for the big cat, the chance of a sighting hovers between 0 and 1, true to the essence of Probability theory.
Day 1
There are multiple routes from Kolkata to Gadkhali Ferry Ghat (the last point of mainland). After speaking to our guide, we zeroed in on the Ruby-Basanti Highway-Malancha route. It was approximately 90 odd kms from my home. The road till Malancha is in great shape with occasional speed breakers. However, the last 15kms is in a really bad shape. There are huge craters on the narrow road which makes it very difficult to go past without getting underbelly hits. Thanks to our Silver Surfer's 200mm GC, we were able to sail through without any issues.
Starting at 4am, we encountered massive foggy stretches on the Basanti Highway which considerably reduced the speed until the sun decided to peep through the clouds. Consequently we took a little over 3 hours to reach the parking lot. Our guide was already waiting at the 'Ferry Ghat' and we lost no time in transferring our light luggage onto the boat and then we were ready to set sail !
As our boat went along the flow of the Bidya river, the last stretches of human civilization seemed to bid us good bye from the opposite bank. The first sighting of the day was an over-excited pied kingfisher which zoomed past us, along the river in anticipation of a fresh catch. We were still in the process of 'settling down' and hence had to give this one a miss. 10 minutes later, our guide led our boat along the banks for a glimpse of a spotted owlet and it happily obliged for a photograph.
Going ahead with our journey, it was already 9am and we had crossed the entrance to the Sudhyanyakhali Watchtower. For first timers, I would definitely recommend giving it a try because it has a wide observational path which often stores surprises in the form of tiger crossings. As we neared the gateway to 'Panchamukhani' or the confluence of 5 rivers, our guide suddenly shouted out 'Bagh' (Tiger) under his breath. We immediately aimed our cameras and binoculars and saw the most tragic sight.
A tiger carcass was floating on the water and the river current was slowly dragging it away from the shore, towards the Bay of Bengal. It was such a heart breaking sight that we could not even believe our eyes. Although cell phone towers are mostly non existent inside the jungle, somehow our guide managed to call up the Forest Ranger and report the incident. The Forest department confirmed that they were going to send out a speed boat to recover the carcass immediately. It seemed like the female tigress had died recently since the body showed zero signs of bloating. As we closely guarded her in anticipation of the speed boat, we started speculating the cause of her death. While there weren't any gunshot wounds on the exposed part of her body, a possibility of poisoning could not be ruled out. Our guide also remarked that this could be also due to a natural cause as well which includes potential snake bites and age related diseases. Even though we couldn't guess the actual reason, it gave us a bare minimum level of consolation that the death was due to a natural cause. Had it been a poaching incident, it would have broken down our spirits completely. The forest department speed boat came from the Bidya river and it almost took 40 minutes to reach us. They recovered the carcass and immediately instructed us to get away from the location fearing a host of queries. One particular person also asked us to delete all images without even giving us any reason. This entire tragic incident shook us to the core and as we continued further, an eerie silence draped us all.
Post this there weren't any sightings till lunch barring a quick flight of a black capped Kingfisher, some common sandpipers and a lone Eurasian Curlew. Most of them were spotted near the creek that leads to the Dobanki watchtower from the 'Panchamukhani' side.
Lunch was quick affair on the boat and we proceeded towards a vantage point where recent sightings of a mother tigress have been recorded.
As the low tide started, the water level went down at an alarming rate and very soon some of the surrounding boats were 'beached' in different sections of the canal.
Thanks to the expertise of our boatman, we managed to stay afloat, ready to launch at the first glimpse of a big cat. The wait was over 3 hours long and resulted in a beautiful sunset barring the tigress. During this time, we spotted hundreds of jelly fishes floating careless alongside our boat. I have never seen such a multitude of jelly fishes before and immediately switched to my 50mm lens to document them.
As the last traces of the sun diminished from the horizon, we headed back to the main river tracing our morning route.
By the time we neared mainland, the moon had risen along the tunes of one of my favorite Creedence Clearwater Revival's song, 'Bad Moon Rising'.
It was a full moon night and the shimmering moon beam cast a spell on us. My slightly shaking hands and a 1/10 shutter speed failed to capture it properly, but I tried.
The damp and salty weather had drained us completely and post dinner we fell asleep in no time , swaying gently with the waves.
Day2
By the time we woke up finally, the boat had already entered the forest and our guide was calling us out to have a look at a collared kingfisher which was sitting out in the open on an extremely photogenic branch !
With sleepy eyes, we reached for our cameras and went 'click-happy'. The collared kingfisher however was completely unperturbed by our incessant shutter sounds.
A little bit further away, we spotted a brown winged kingfisher. He was sitting on a branch close to the river, as if waiting for a delicious breakfast.
Within a split second he vanished into thin air and reappeared with a fresh catch ! It was fighting furiously with a particularly slender looking fish. I must have taken around hundreds of shots and will treasure each and every moment from that amazing sequence. Here are few of my favorite shots.
While we were busy observing his antics, a black capped kingfisher suddenly took off from a distant tree leaving behind a flurry streak of colors in his wake.
After waiting patiently for awhile, we finally got his highness to sit on a decent perch. He looked beautiful bathed in the rays of the morning sun. The black capped kingfisher is a winter migrant from the sea shores and is generally an extremely shy bird. It is one of the rarest kingfishers in Sunderbans coming in third behind the bright Ruddy breasted kingfisher & the mesmerizing oriental dwarf kingfisher.
As we carried on, we realized that the jungle had suddenly become quiet, as if devoid of any activity. This continued till post lunch hours. During the next 4 hours , we managed to get only one record shot of Brahminy Kite juvenile which was circling above a creek.
We came back to our previous day's vantage spot and waited for her highness to showcase her majestic presence.
Just as we were about to start for Dobanki, we were greeted by a trio of Ashy Wood Swallows. On cold winter mornings, 30-40 swallows can often be spotted huddling up on a branch!
A lesser adjutant stork cast a long forlorn look at our boat and decided to go on a pensive walk, all alone.
Another Eurasian Curlew was busy preening himself standing on the muddy banks, oblivious of his surroundings.
Our long long wait was futile once again and we headed back towards the mainland with a hope for better sightings on the very next day.