While out in the countryside, I am sure that an ever-increasing number of you have heard that little rustling noise and then spotted a small, tan-coloured figure with a white, erect tail bound away. Many of you will also, when on a dawn or dusk walk, have noticed a sharp…
THERE are some reasons to turn left when you get to Glasgow, and eschew the well-trodden A9 north. Keep driving west, skirt Loch Fyne and keep the coast in sight, up and over the old bridge at Inveraray, and you finally reach a corner of Argyllshire that can lay claim…
Stalking red deer in the highlands is a great joy. It takes you into incomparable surroundings. You can shoot a stag in Thetford Chase or Somerset or the Lake District easily enough but the environment will not have a tenth of the romance that enhances operations in the far north.…
When news broke that the so-called “Emperor of Exmoor” may have been felled by a “hunter’s bullet”, the indignation voiced by the national media was matched, albeit more discreetly, by a knowing sigh of resignation from Britain’s deerstalking fraternity: the unseemly rumpus must have been caused by an overseas hunter…
