In rural villages, keen sportsmen are often found beneath the uniforms
of the policeman and the postman. No one knows better than the keeper
how useful it is to be on friendly terms with the policeman--and no one
knows better how to manage it. Often policeman and postman may be found
doing duty as beaters, especially during September partridge shooting,
when the harvest is late and out-of-work labourers are few. If you
see through his disguise of plain clothes, the policeman will remark
how he just thought he would have a walk for an hour or two, just to
oblige Mr. Keeper. Upholding the law and delivering the post mean much
walking: and country policemen and postmen, when passing along the
roads early and late, find the haunt of many a fine covey. Being good
sportsmen, they take note of the customary line of flight; and if you
own some of the land of the covey's haunting they can tell you almost
to a minute when the birds leave the turnips beyond the boundary for
your stubble.
If a policeman is on duty during the early days of partridge shooting,
he will manage to fall in with shooting parties; then he makes it
known that he heard shots, and was impelled to take a look round, "to
see that there weren't nothing wrong." The policeman's favourite time
for making known his presence is soon after the bagging of a good,
broad-backed hare. Even policemen become spoiled with favours. On a
sportsman telling his keeper to give a hare to a polite and zealous
officer of the law, "Excuse me, sir," said he, "but the party over the
hedge have just given me a hare, so might I have a brace of birds?
Thank ye kindly, I'm sure; a hare will do nicely next time, sir." The
sporting policeman can do much to help the luckless sportsman.
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