PIGS 



fired at going into the jungle on our left. After a bit of a 

 search we found it, and Garrick had to finish it off with his 

 " Paradox," as it was still full of fight. Examination re- 

 vealed that the first shot, from a Lee-Speed .303, had actually 

 broken both the fore-legs and one hind leg low down be- 

 tween the knee and the foot. The animal must have been 

 standing so that all three were in line, or the bullet had 

 " cannoned" from one to the other, and yet with three 

 broken legs the unfortunate creature had run over 100 

 yards. 



I remember once, having made a very early start from 

 camp, coming out into an open " park " before it was fully 

 daylight. I spotted a big boar lying down in the middle of 

 it, and the animal never saw me until I was within less than 

 100 yards of it, when it got up and made for the jungle at 

 speed. I fired at once, and heard my bullet tell with a 

 good " clop," but the boar ran on without a falter, and dis- 

 appeared in the jungle. I followed up, and was properly 

 pleased to find it lying dead not 10 yards inside the under- 

 growth, my bullet having found the lungs. 



The liveliest bit of sport I ever had with pig occurred 

 during a visit to an island in the Mahaweliganga, where I 

 was carrying out some experimental planting work, referred 

 to in my chapter on spotted deer. 



During a tour of inspection through the forest I 

 suddenly saw a pig in a swampy puddle to my right, and 

 saluted him with a shot fair behind the shoulder. He got 

 away into a dense thorny thicket, where he was found dead 

 next morning. 



Farther on I fired at and missed another pig in big 

 forest, where the light was bad, making an off-hand miss 

 quite excusable. 



Shortly after this we came on a biggish swampy pool in 



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