Young Caruthers was enjoying a brandy at the posh exclusive English Explorer’s club when he took note of an elderly gent seated in a leather wingback chair by the fireplace.
It was his childhood hero the great English Explorer Lord Farnsworth.
Going over he humbly introduced himself and explained that Lord Farnsworth was the inspiration for his becoming an explorer.
“I wonder, Lord Farnsworth, if you would mind answering one question I’ve been longing to ask you since I was a boy?”
" Certainly, my dear fellow," his Lordship replied “What question is that?”
“Of all your travels and many adventures all around the world , what was your most frightening experience?” young Caruthers asked.
Lord Farnsworth thought for a bit and told this story.
“I was with a large group on safari in India. Myself and several others, along with our native pack bearers set out from camp one day on a hunt. Several days from camp we were attacked by a vicious local tribe and everyone was slain except for myself , who was severely wounded and left for dead.”
“Oh my” said Caruthers “That must have been terribly frightening”
“That’s not the worst of it” grumbled Farnsworth.
Injured as I was I was determined to try and make it back to camp. I bound my wounds as best I could and began the long dangerous journey back the way we had come. I was weak from loss of blood and had no food and very little water. Each limping step was agonizing and I wondered if I would have the strength to survive."
“Good Lord, that must have been terrifying”
“That’s not the worst of it” continued Farnsworth
“Days later, my strength nearly gone, I recognized some signs that meant I was  close to the camp. Finally there was a glimmer of hope that I would in fact survive.  Now I was crawling along the trail to weak to cry for help, praying I had the the stuff left in me to make it to camp. Suddenly a huge Bengal tiger stepped out into the trail. He must have been 12 feet long from his nose to the tip of his tail. A magnificent specimen.  He saw me lying wounded and helpless in the trail and roared a great roar, RRROOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!! and I soiled my trousers.”
“Well Lord Farnsworth” began Caruthers, “That’s understandable. You were terrified and weak from loss of blood and your incredible trials”
“No! No!” said Farnsworth, "Not back then, Just now when I went RRRRROOOOOAAAARRRRRRR!!! "
