Snipe Hunting, Poem
Public toilet, Horton Plains
My friend has this magnificent book called the Ceylon Traveller, published by Studio Times. Written a lot by Nihal Fernando I think. It is a charming and deeply erudite guide to Sri Lanka, written by locals, going far beyond any Lonely Planet. It has all these back trails, short-cuts, inside knowledge, etc, written by guys who really know the country. One gem is this poem about hunting. This was before JVP era gun control. It’s a Sri Lanka I can barely imagine.
Oh this is the first of November (when the season opens)
A day that snipe shooters remember
We’ve been cleaning our guns since September
And awaiting the dawn of this day
While lie abed fellows are yawning,
We’ll be out with the gun in the morning,
We’ll be up with the sun when it’s dawning,
We will tramp on untiring feet.
And soon at our feet he’ll be springing,
On his zig-zagging way he’ll be winging
And on him our guns we’ll be swinging
As he flashes away with his cry.
Our ‘rights’ and our ‘lefts’ we’ll be banging…
Today on the 
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Sri Lankan domestics never say anything, they just stop coming. My maid just stopped coming and when I finally pressed her she said I needed to get a washing machine. I was hoping to ride this one out, but I’ve run out of underwear and I have no choice. I finally caved and bought a washing machine, from 
Hunting is a depraved, backward and disgusting ‘sport’…
i’m not a hunter myself, but I’m pretty sure these guys cooked and ate what they killed.
edited for the jvp era:
Oh this is the first of October (when the season opens)
A day that snipe shooters remember
We’ve been cleaning our guns since October
And awaiting the dawn of this night
While lie a-ditch fellows are moaning,
We’ll be out with the gun in the evening,
We’ll be down with the sun when it’s dusking,
We will tramp on untiring feet.
And soon from our feet he’ll be springing,
On his zig-zagging way he’ll be winging
And at him our guns we’ll be swinging
As he flashes away with his cry.
Our ‘lefts’ we’ll be banging…
that 2nd october should be july, shit
The term ‘sniper’ comes from snipe shooting. It took a crack shot to get snipe.
My Late Grandfather may god rest his soul, used to work in Tea Estates long time ago, he used to tell me about his hunting expeditions and even my parents used to tell me about how he used to hunt deer and rabbit and countless others. I still remember he used to have a rifle in his wardrobe, his shot guns were confiscated by the police a long time ago.