Sink me if it ain't the Trophy Room for the use of.

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Ah if old Lord Shuteye don't look the very picture of hunting prowess.

Here he is caught recently, whilst trying to bag a brace of pheasants on Ilkley Moor. It is reported that he rose early that day and after a plateful of devilled kidneys and a healthy slug from his hip flask, he sallied forth onto the moor reciting as he went,

‘Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:’

Whereupon he shot his man-servant by accident, re-loaded, shot a likely looking gorse bush, beat a hasty retreat, hit the hip flask again and returned home in time for a round of G&T’s as the sun set behind the yard arm. A most excellent day.

Lord Shuteye can be seen here sporting the latest in outdoor hunting gear.

He is often to be found hunting, as he would say 'trying to bag a wild one, what!'. Why if you ply him with a glass or two of his favourite tipple he may well tell you the tale of how he accidently bagged the Tippoo of Mysore's pet White Tiger in a freak accident that very nearly became an international incident and how he had to hide for several months in the Tippoo's hareem in the island citadel of Seringapatam.

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Ah happy days.