HUNTING & SHOOTING IN CEYLON 



and must have been very old. I got another good boar 

 once when out with Tom Wright some years ago. We 

 were walking through a nice " park/ 1 when our old shikari 

 spotted something ahead, and on my asking what it was, 

 said, "Only a pig." 



Guessing it was a solitary boar, I went for it at once, 

 stooping down out of sight and running forward about 

 50 yards to an ant-hill which afforded convenient cover. 

 Peeping over the top of the mound I perceived a fine old 

 boar rootling leisurely towards me, and dropped him in his 

 tracks at about 80 yards, by a shot from my .303. I 

 secured a nice pair of 8 -inch tusks. 



On this same trip Wright and I between us accounted 

 for seven or eight pigs as we were travelling through a 

 series of Mohammedan villages where they were plentiful. 



Wright was charged by one, through which he had put 

 a bullet. 



It fell to the shot, and Wright went up to look at it, as 

 a portion of gut had blown out of the hole of exit of the 

 bullet exactly to the shape and size of a child's toy balloon. 

 The animal was far from dead, however, for it struggled to 

 its feet, and went for Tom straightway, so he had to give it 

 another shot as a finisher. I have more than once, in shoot- 

 ing deer, seen gut thus blown out of the bullet exit hole 

 when the ball has chanced to go right through. 



A shot at a pig, made by Garrick when he and I were 

 together on a trip in the Northern Province, had a curious 

 result. We were walking along a jungle road early one 

 morning when we saw five or six pigs in the road walking 

 towards us, so we stopped where we were to let them get 

 as close as possible, Garrick kneeling so as to be ready to 

 take the shot when the time came. He fired at the leading 

 animal and they at once scattered in all directions, the one 



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