Sporting Rifle

Happy days on the hill

On receiving instructions to take a guest of unpromising appearance to the hill one morning, the head stalker enquired of the laird: “Do you want him to shoot a stag, or shall I simply show him some deer?”

On another estate, the guest for the day was a wealthy businessman, who arrived with a new and expensive rifle. He was reluctant to waste time at the target, but after some coercion ventured a few shots. These had no effect at all on the target board, which survived without a single hole. After another unsuccessful attempt, the exasperated stalker pointed out a bothy and suggested that the rifle fire at the middle of it. This he did, and

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