The Snipe Shoot – 1939Jim Skids was one of the “characters” of his village. He was of indeterminate age, wore a flat cap, a threadbare gabardine coat and hob-nailed boots. He was professionally unemployed, by which I mean that he was never known to willingly do a day’s work. He was a known poacher, of trout, salmon and any kind of game you care to mention. An expert with dogs and ferrets he knew every rabbit-run, every pheasant roost in the parish and if put to the test could probably tell you exactly the whereabouts of the local gamekeeper at any time of the day. In consequence of all this knowledge he had quite a reputation as a guide and ghillie and part of his scant income came from taking shooting parties out for a day’s sport on the bogs and stubble fields in the area.