Had hoped to draw some of the big beasts out of the mudcat jungle, however,they must still be licking their wounds, all I got was a little gnu.
As the pheasant poaching season is now in full swing I will here give an infallible method of taking a few for the pot and I trust that I can rely on the honour of any who try this method not to turn it into a commercial speculation.
Pheasants, as you know, roost in trees during the night. Having silently approached a suitable tree one burns the lump of sulphur that one has provided for this purpose, after a short time the pheasants succumb to the fumes and fall to the ground, then having selected say four of the plumpest one makes a leisurely retreat home, the others will recover after a short period and return to the roosting spot. On reaching home these choice birds must be treated with all due respect, take two four inch nails and hammer them into the inside of the back door of your house as high up as you can reach tie the birds together in pairs and hang them up on these nails for a period of three weeks, inspect after two weeks, by which time your wife and family will have departed for pastures new, at the end of the three week period, your dog also having departed, take down, remove feathers, and prepare for cooking, at this point having persuaded your wife to return she being fitted up with a suitable gas mask lie back with a drink of your choice and be prepared to feast on food fit for gods or members of the English rugby team.