Hat Chao Samran Tragedy: Manhunt for Jesakorn After Fatal Shooting

In the picturesque district of Hat Chao Samran, Phetchaburi, a late-night altercation turned deadly, shaking the tranquil neighborhood to its core. On a fateful August 2nd evening, a man known by locals as Jesakorn, or Mark, recently free from prison’s confines, confronted his nemesis, 46-year-old Pongpan, affectionately dubbed Tum by those who knew him. The two men, both hailing from the same village, were entangled in a bitter dispute over a woman—a drama most befitting a Thai soap opera.

The night fell quietly across the district, the creaking of cicadas the only sound filling the warm, humid air. But this peace was violently shattered around 10:30 p.m. as gunfire erupted. Lieutenant Colonel Waipot Phetsaka of the Hat Chao Samran Police was promptly informed of the skirmish that painted the quiet street with a grim tableau. Upon his arrival at the scene, there was no mistaking the chaos that had unfolded. Bullet casings peppered the ground, while a white Toyota sedan, parked unassumingly, bore the scars of the frenzy, alongside windows of the adjacent house, now shattered specters of the evening’s hostilities.

Witnesses recount the dramatic clash as if it were a scene pulled straight from an action flick—adrenaline and animosity pulsing through the air. The ever-vigilant neighbor revealed the sinister symphony: a crescendo of raised voices morphing into a cacophony of 13 gunshots, loud enough to echo even over the rhythmic churning of the laundry being tended to. Pongpan had arrived first, strategically parking by the sedan, a choice that would prove fatally flawed. Jesakorn, seething and determined, followed on his motorcycle, intent on settling scores once and for all.

The argument escalated beyond reason, a blur of anger and bullets as both men fired wildly at each other, locked in their tragic dance of fate. In a desperate bid to escape what he surely felt was inevitable, Pongpan sought cover behind the house, but Jesakorn, driven by an unstoppable force of vengeance, pursued him with relentless determination. As the dust settled, only Pongpan was left lying gravely injured, a testament to the old adage that conflicts of the heart often end in heartbreak.

Pongpan was swiftly whisked away to King Mongkut Hospital by a good Samaritan, clinging to the fragile thread of life. Alas, the thread snapped, and Phetchaburi lost a resident to the echoes of old feuds. While the tragic news ripples through the community, the police have launched an active manhunt for Jesakorn, hoping to bring him to justice and prevent further chapters in this sordid tale.

Shockingly, this was not the only such incident of late. The serene façade of Ratchaburi province was similarly pierced by violence. Prasan Numthuek, at the age of 73, was discovered lifeless in his residence, a silent testament to yet another close-range shooting. The investigation in Ratchaburi remains open, with theories swirling about personal vendettas or familial discord. Police Major Surachai Boonin stands at the helm in the search for answers, as well as the elusive gunman whose presence still lurks like a shadow across Moo 14’s Khung Phayom subdistrict.

Back in Phetchaburi, one wonders how the quiet Hat Chao Samran will recover, as whispers of the evening’s events weave through the fabric of small-town news and routine chatter. As the search for Jesakorn intensifies, residents can only wait, hoping that justice, when it arrives, will bring with it a return to the peace that once graced their sleepy corner of Thailand. Meanwhile, the impact of this tragic narrative lingers, a poignant reminder that passion, unchecked, can lead down the darkest paths.