Once when I was staying with him at Eckartsau he made a _coup double_ at a stag and a hare as they ran; he had knocked over a fleeing stag, and when, startled by the shot, a hare jumped up, he killed it with the second bullet.

He scorned all modern appliances for shooting, such as telescopic sights or automatic rifles; he invariably used a short double-barrelled rifle, and his exceptionally keen sight rendered glasses unnecessary.
The artistic work of laying out parks and gardens became in latter years his dominating passion.

He knew every tree and every bush at Konopischt, and loved his flowers above everything.

He was his own gardener.

Every bed and every group was designed according to his exact orders.