Indians For Guns

Long long ago the Maharaja of Whiskypour and I had gone for an evening duck shoot to his private duck shooting pond. As we were neared the small marshy pond a large spotbill flew out of the marsh. Whiskypour let fly a full choke no.6 clearly missing the bird but scaring it enough to change course in mid air and startling a Snipe sitting nearby into sudden flight. The startled Snipe collided with the sweavering duck piercing it deep in the chest with its sharp beak and breaking its own neck in the process. The duo hurtled down only to land on a marsh hare which was just getting ready for an evening out. The blow was enough to knoock the hare out of its senses too.
Without really shooting anything himself the Maharaja of Whiskypour had got himself a nice mixed bag for dinner and a great story to tell Johnnie Walker and friends who were expected at the Palace that evening.
Spacetraveller

Maan at least get the name of the district right, its whiskeypur. And you really spun a great one .

Velly nice.

Dev

dev wrote:Maan at least get the name of the district right, its whiskeypur. And you really spun a great one .

Velly nice.

Dev

whiskeypur - Remids me of a place called Patiala

dev";p="24214 wrote:Maan at least get the name of the district right, its whiskeypur.

Interesting place. Whiskey-pour certainly does sound better

Pran

LOL good one!

there has been one actual incident( and as far as i am aware, the only one) where one shot was fired from a shot gun and it reasulted in a fish ( i think it was a trout or a salmon), a bird and a hare being killed. fur feather and fin. and not very different than the way described above. the full details escape me right now but will post the full story if ppl are intrested.

.............and the next morning the Maharaja of Whiskeypoore is again out on a duck shoot. Johnnie Walker , friends and subjects follow . Our man comes across a flock of geese flying overhead. Picks up his gun and goes "Bang Bang". Not one bird drops (after all we know he IS a lousy shot) . Turns around and sees every one watching (him) closely.........So how does our man save his skin........ He slowly lowers his gun, turns back to the geese , raises his fist and shouts. "These are warning shots.....the next time you come here ....you are dead meat."

-- Fri Apr 23, 2010 1:38 am --

and before I forget......Good night.

whiskeypoor nai its whiskeybag

snIPer wrote:whiskeypur - Remids me of a place called Patiala

I know the family... great story.

That's good one prashantsingh i like it's

Baljit

Actually the Brits named it Whiskeypore, like Cawnpore, Jubbalpore, only the connotations are a bit different here, can you spot it in Whiskeypore?

I like it! Thanks for sharing!

True story:

Lord ****** was a lousy shot and in the decadant edwardian times he was unanimously believed to have held the unofficial world record for firing into thin air. (missing)

On a memorable shoot he shot an amazingly high obliquely flying phesant. It wasnt just a difficult shot for him but for any shooter.

The shooting party stopped in mid-shoot to give him a standing ovation for such a brilliant shot.

After the shoot he asked his loader/secretary (im not sure which one) why people were clapping for him. When the beater told him, "for bringing down the unbelievably high phesant, my lord".

"What phesant", lord ****** said, "I was aiming for the (low) partridge and was perplexed as to why people cheered and clapped when I missed!"