I'm very lucky through my work to have made some very good friends all over Europe. They have taken me Moose shooting in Lapland, Chamois hunting in the Alps and the Pyrenees, Mouflon hunting in the Massif Central and Boar shooting in Italy. They have all been great adventures with great friends and I have some fantastic memories.
However, I wouldn't swap any of them for a week in Scotland on the Reds and the Sika during the rut. We should never forget what fantastic sport we have on our door step. The grass is not always greener on the other side.
I still have a bucket list that includes plains game in Africa, Tahr in NZ and Ibex in Eastern Europe or a Russian state, but I am willing to bet that Scotland will still top the list of experiences. Stalking into a switch holding 30 hinds who's fending off a few poachers or whistling a Sika Stag into 10 yards are memories that stay with you forever. Loading them onto a pony and walking them back to the larder where you embroider the story over a few drams of single malt is something you don't find anywhere else in the world.
However, I wouldn't swap any of them for a week in Scotland on the Reds and the Sika during the rut. We should never forget what fantastic sport we have on our door step. The grass is not always greener on the other side.
I still have a bucket list that includes plains game in Africa, Tahr in NZ and Ibex in Eastern Europe or a Russian state, but I am willing to bet that Scotland will still top the list of experiences. Stalking into a switch holding 30 hinds who's fending off a few poachers or whistling a Sika Stag into 10 yards are memories that stay with you forever. Loading them onto a pony and walking them back to the larder where you embroider the story over a few drams of single malt is something you don't find anywhere else in the world.



