IT WAS A COLD NIGHT in January 1975. Our open Jeep was filled with six rifle-toting Pakistanis as we bounced over the lumpy fields in Bhagwat. The slaughter started as soon as we found herds of 15 to 25 wild boars, some big and a lot of little ones. Everyone shot wildly as the driver swerved from side to side squashing as many as he could. The massacre went on for several hours and I soon lost count of the hundreds killed and maimed. My Muslim companions...