HUNTING & SHOOTING IN CEYLON 



at once with marvellous celerity, and made for the jungle 

 as hard as they could leg it. I found my victim to be only 

 a sow, and no great size either, so my " bag " was worth 

 nothing but the meat. However, sport or no sport, a shot 

 at a pig is not always to be despised, and may now and 

 then save you a blank day when nobler game has failed to 

 put in an appearance. 



In the neighbourhood of the big witas (swamps) pig 

 can always be seen by 5 P.M., as about that time they 

 begin to stream out from the jungle into their beloved reed 

 brakes and lotus ponds. 



They are always to be found in the neighbourhood of 

 Moorish villages, immunity from interference rendering 

 them very bold, and I once saw no less than eighteen pigs 

 out, in a paddy field belonging to such a village, as early 

 as 3 P.M. 



Mr. J. J. Robinson tells me he was charged and bowled 

 over by a big wounded boar quite lately (in Uva), and both 

 he and " piggy " rolled down a nasty steep place together. 

 When they ceased rolling the boar was uppermost, and 

 made determined efforts to get his tusks into Mr. Robin- 

 son somewhere, but a lucky kick on the nose sent him 

 farther down the slope, up which he could not struggle 

 again, being too badly wounded, and dying soon after. 



Of the really fine sport of hill hunting with dogs and 

 gun, or spear and knife, I have no experience, and for the 

 following article dealing with the subject I am deeply 

 indebted to my friend E. Gordon Reeves, one of our best- 

 known veteran sporting planters, a keen volunteer, and 

 Colonel of the Ceylon Mounted Infantry. 



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