Cub... Kinda. It was a 6 month old Bengal named Kahn. He was 250lbs at the time. I was eight years old. The handler said it was okay if I petted him, (he was on a leash), so I went to pet him and he grabbed me and rolled on top of me. Every time I wiggled away he would grab me and roll around, stopping occasionally to lick my head. The crowd and my family thought it was hilarious, and so did I at the time. It didn't sink in until years later that one bite could have taken my head off.

I actually kept in touch with Kahn because he would often show up at different shows and shelters. I found out later that the owner went through a bad divorce and rather than lose the tiger to his wife he put a bullet in Kahn's head. Thankfully he was atleast sent to jail for the offense.,

So I can actually tell people I wrestled a Bengal Tiger.