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not so much to obtain game as to transport it 

 safely home. Although our dogs were trained 

 to run on a hundred yards in advance so as to 

 give warning of the approach of a possible 

 enemy even this did not always save us. A 

 big bag of game handicaps one severely in a 

 cross-country run, and it is doubly galling to 

 have to sacrifice it. Well, upon the particular 

 occasion to which I refer there was to be a 

 country funeral with a hearse from the neigh- 

 bouring market town, and of this I was 

 determined to take advantage. By arranging 

 with the driver I was enabled to stow myself 

 and a large haul in the body of the vehicle, and, 

 although the journey was a cramped and stuffy 

 one, we in time reached our destination. As 

 we came behind the nearest game shop the 

 driver undid the door, and the questionable 

 corpse was safely landed. 



I need hardly say that in a long life of 

 poaching there were many occasions when I 

 was brought to book. These, however, would 

 form but a small percentage of the times I was 

 11 out." My success in this way was probably 



