SMALL GAME HUNTING WITH DOGS 



the jackal jumped into the path, and, as I expected, stopped, 

 turning his head to listen to the whereabouts of the dogs. 

 Fatal habit the long Winchester speaks, with No. 4 shot, 

 though it is a full 70 yards, and "jack" winces to it but 

 goes off into the tea again, followed quickly by the dogs 

 tongueing their loudest. They ran him some distance in 

 the tea and into a native garden bordering it, where I 

 heard them barking, so, following up, I found the jackal 

 lying in a small hollow amongst weeds and scrub, done for. 

 I put him out of his misery and returned to the bungalow 

 well satisfied, with my equally satisfied but tired dogs 

 following at my heels. 



I had a somewhat unusual experience not long ago, 

 bagging one morning a hare and a jackal, and actually 

 making a similar bag in the afternoon. I was going round 

 the estate with my dogs as usual, carrying my 2O-bore 

 loaded with No. 3 shot, when the dogs picked up a scent 

 in one of the tea fields, ran it very vigorously without 

 my gaining a sight of the chase, and eventually followed 

 their quarry into a piece of scrub. I came up soon after, 

 taking my stand about 20 yards from one corner of the 

 scrub, having tea on both sides of and behind me, as I 

 could hear the run coming in my direction. Very soon 

 there was a slight rustle in the thick undergrowth just in 

 front of me, followed by the sudden appearance of a fine 

 jackal which pushed its way out of the cover, stood on 

 the edge of the boundary drain and looked to the right 

 then to the left but fatal error not to the front 

 where I stood, so I filled him with No. 3 shot, and he 

 died forthwith. 



Soon after this the dogs found and ran a hare, which I 

 also killed, which sufficed for the morning. In the evening 

 I tried the " bungalow field " for jackal, and the little 



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