Biawak Hunting

Four days after moving into my home in Kuching, I met my first biawak, lounging on my front porch. Over the last 12 years, they have been a constant presence, stalking kittens and slaughtering chickens from the littlest chicks to the largest hens.  (Well, perhaps not so large: I’ve been raising ayam katik.)

Not without resistance!

I have given chase, struck blows, saved lives. On one terrible occasion I could not prevent a biawak from clipping a chick’s leg clean off, but I denied it the meal. I would scare them off but I couldn’t keep them away.  Before long I’d see one sunning himself by the biawak superhighway – a.k.a. the longkang.

But this time!  This time, victory was mine.  The day was won when the biawak took a wrong turn through the gate. It’s head got through but it’s legs were stuck. Pinned there, I was able to deliver the blow.  Several blows. More blows than I could possibly have imagined.  They are miniature dragons is what they are and my cangkul just could not cut through the tough scaly hide. I had to bludgeon it to death, sadly.

I’m no hunter. I took no pleasure in the kill.  But after feeding it a steady supply of chicken all these years I did feel justified.

I tried finding a buyer for the meat but no luck. Instead I buried it near my new ketapang. With bio-biawak fertilizer the tree has been growing very well since.

 

After all that effort, you would hope to achieve a deterrent effect on the remaining biawak population. I spotted another one in the yard not three days later.