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B. S. Oh, he was a fairly easy shot, though a 

 bit far off. I daresay I should do well enough if I 

 only got more shooting. I'm not shooting with 

 my own gun, though. It's one of my brother's, 

 and it's rather short in the stock for me. 



That starts you comfortably with the Bad Shot. 

 You soothe his ruffled vanity, and give him a better 

 appetite for lunch. 



Now, besides the Good Shot and the Bad Shot 

 the two extremes, as it were, of the line of 

 shooters you might subdivide your sportsmen 

 further into 



(1.) The Jovial Shot. This party is on excellent 

 terms with himself and with everybody else. 

 Generally he shoots fairly well, but there is a 

 rollicking air about him which disarms criticism, 

 even when he shoots badly. He knows everybody, 

 and talks of most people by nick-names. His 

 sporting anecdotes may be counted upon for, at 

 any rate, a succes d'estime. ' I never laughed so 

 much in my life,' he begins, 'as I did last Tuesday. 

 There were four of us Old Sandy, Butcher Bill, 

 Dick Whortlebury, and myself. Sandy was driving 

 us back from Dillwater Hall you know, old 

 Puffington's place where we'd been dining. 



