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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.
Pipe, musket and champers, the quintessant Gentleman.
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.
Ah happy days.
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