A Story of War

I fail to score as we do not see a single stag. Next day I collect five squirrels before lunch and another four this morning. Yesterday evening we go out and see a lot of Barking deer, or jungle sheep, in fact they bark very nearby. We stalk a buck, but he has gone when we get up. Later I shoot a hind as C.P.G. (JDW: C.P. Gouldsbury, my father’s host) is allowed to kill off eight a year. It is downhill shooting, about 660’, with the .303 and very good shots too. It’s a bit small when we pick it up, but we see no stags that day.

Food here is grand, “Scotch” at night and a good book in a good bed!