I started work in 1932 as a trainee gamekeeper on the Bodorgan Estate. It was a very good job and I was on 25 shillings a week. As I was young and unmarried I wasn't provided with a house and so I still lived at home.

The head keeper taught me how to shoot and breed pheasants. I enjoyed the times we went out shooting, at the time it was with Sir Charles McKyber from Menai Bridge. My job was to go with the dog and to flush out the birds, then when they were shot the dog went to get them. I enjoyed my job very much.

I got married to Lucy in 1940. We met when she came to work as a nanny locally. Sadly she died very young, just 46 years of age. We had four children, but I lost a daughter recently, but my family has grown with grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Part of my job as gamekeeper was to look out for poachers. I caught some. Some were given warnings, others summoned. More than one came from Gwalchmai from what I recall. You have to remember though that it was a hard time, and many people were very poor.

I was given a suit every year by the estate - the tailor would come and measure you. You could choose plus fours if you liked, but I preferred breeches. Then every five years we would be given a new top coat.

In April 1940 I was called up to the Army. I went to Monmouth, Ross-on-Wye, Brecon, Ireland, Stoke-on-Trent and Maidstone before going over to France. I was lucky, I wasn't injured, but many of those with me were killed.

After the war I came back to being a gamekeeper, then left that work in the 50s to work at Ty Croes army camp, on the security there. When that closed I moved to RAF Valley where I was a steward serving food in the sergeants' mess. There was always plenty of food there.

I've been hunting every year since 1932, apart from the time when I was in the Army.

I've always had a dog. When I was on security at Ty Croes I had German hepherds. I have a spaniel now - Sian - who I've trained myself.

I went again this year as a beater with Sian, so I must be quite fit. I'm not sure if there is a secret to a long life - I have a sister of 92. I think it's more down to luck, because I lost my wife very young.

No-one knows me as William Henry Jones around here, it's always Henry Prince, because my family moved to the Prince Hotel in Aberffraw when I was about two years old. In fact, when I was at school I was called Heny Prince, because there was another Henry there at the same time.

When we go shooting it's for pheasant, rabbits or hares, although there are less of them than there used to be.

Things have changed now and I don't think being a gamekeeper is such a good job as it used to be. There were six keepers on the estate when I started, now there are only three. It was a well paid job, especially compared to what my friends were earning at the time.