Archive image from page 195 of The diary of a sportsman. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India . diaryofsportsman00steb Year: 1920 158 DIARY OF A SPORTSMAN NATURALIST alone and to pass by on the other side when they discover his presence. Besides, to a man who has had many a stirring encounter out pig-sticking, which is the only proper way to kill the boar if rideable country is adjacent, the slaying of pig with the rifle has too great a similarity to shooting a fox. I had, and have since, shot wild boar, but only in unrideable country. There was an old boar in this party. A surly old
Archive image from page 195 of The diary of a sportsman. The diary of a sportsman naturalist in India . diaryofsportsman00steb Year: 1920 158 DIARY OF A SPORTSMAN NATURALIST alone and to pass by on the other side when they discover his presence. Besides, to a man who has had many a stirring encounter out pig-sticking, which is the only proper way to kill the boar if rideable country is adjacent, the slaying of pig with the rifle has too great a similarity to shooting a fox. I had, and have since, shot wild boar, but only in unrideable country. There was an old boar in this party. A surly old ruffian he was too. He had come out of the jungle into the nullah last of all and at once commenced grubbing about in search of roots. Two younger boars on ahead of him started to fight and were hard at work squeahng and shoving for all they were worth when the old tusker drew near, tossing up the ground and sand with his snout as he advanced. When within a few yards he raised his head and watched the two youngsters sparring for perhaps half a minute and then, without any rhyme or reason, charged in between them with a vicious grunt. The two com- batants were shot apart, one rolling over and over for several yards, the other turning a backward somersault. As they picked themselves up never were two more crestfallen pigs seen, and they hastened to hide their dis- comfiture in the neighbouring jungle whilst the surly old boar, advancing obliquely towards the jungle, continued to search for food. At length he entered the long grass and disappeared from view, and silence reigned in the nullah for a space. The sun was already some way above the crest of the hill and I was commencing to .-« ..â,r. -- fear that I had missed the deer altogether, or that they were not coming my way. One small herd crossed the nullah below about eighty \WIAfl/f / y °' °iy o' 1> \il7'lit Villi / 'I'd does and one small jyj«., »-. , Mr!i!mllfml S> I resisted the \1i \n â
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