Markhor

Recently I read a book called "The Rifle in Cashmere." It is a hunting guide by a british man named Arthur Brinckman written about his time in Ladak, Punjab, and Cashmere in the 1850s. Mostly the mountains of Pakistan and India as far as I can tell. He went there with the military, but quickly turned it into a straight up hunting trip. It was an intensely interesting read because this guy does not think the same way as I do. Dogmatically, Brinckman lays out the dos and donts of hunting game and dealing with locals. I expected his point of view regarding the indigenous people; I am somewhat familiar with the British imperial narrative in that area of the world and he fits right in (I'm saying he was wildly racist). His moral code for hunting was unexpected. As a prize hunter he did not value the animals lives except in how they related to the skill of the hunter. Discussing only the act of stalking and killing these animals he slowly lays out a comprehensive set of ethics.

Anyway, the Markhor was one of the greatest trophies to Brinckman. I want to make a comic about the book at some point, but for now, with the text in my brain, I made a picture of a Markhor.