So today I received the sad news that an old time friend Alexander Hamilton past away.
It was expected as he had no quality of life for some time.
Sadly his sister Helen also died in march and she was an even closer friend and long time hunting companion. To little tales to give you some idea.
Sat in the valley bottom of glen co Scotland I was sat in a Landover watching as a lone stalker crawled on their stomach for some distance across rocks and heather high up in the tops.
I watched as the stalker got in position and waited. They waited a long time before the perfect shot presented and the boom rang out , shortly after the animal was felt with.
What happened next still make me smile in admiration. The lone stalker went back up hill and over the ridge, only to reappear ridding a horse whilst leading another, they went round in a big semi circle to just below the stag.
They physically pulled the stag down to the horses and with the use of ropes and a horse they got the stag on the other horses back! And led it back down the hill. Afterwards I marveled at the state of the stalkers shins minus skin from the stalk! That stalker was Helen, to this day she remain one of the two best stalkers of red deer that I have seen.
Some years later her brother was not good on his pins and asked if he could use the argocat. What he did next was drive it into the far end of a large loch and drifted it down like a loch boat , whilst fishing for his breakfast trout.
That was about typical of Alexander.
Many more tails could be told about them but to me they are the last of a dying breed of British aristocrats that lived the hunting fishing and racing life. They will be sadly missed by many and by none more so than myself.
It was expected as he had no quality of life for some time.
Sadly his sister Helen also died in march and she was an even closer friend and long time hunting companion. To little tales to give you some idea.
Sat in the valley bottom of glen co Scotland I was sat in a Landover watching as a lone stalker crawled on their stomach for some distance across rocks and heather high up in the tops.
I watched as the stalker got in position and waited. They waited a long time before the perfect shot presented and the boom rang out , shortly after the animal was felt with.
What happened next still make me smile in admiration. The lone stalker went back up hill and over the ridge, only to reappear ridding a horse whilst leading another, they went round in a big semi circle to just below the stag.
They physically pulled the stag down to the horses and with the use of ropes and a horse they got the stag on the other horses back! And led it back down the hill. Afterwards I marveled at the state of the stalkers shins minus skin from the stalk! That stalker was Helen, to this day she remain one of the two best stalkers of red deer that I have seen.
Some years later her brother was not good on his pins and asked if he could use the argocat. What he did next was drive it into the far end of a large loch and drifted it down like a loch boat , whilst fishing for his breakfast trout.
That was about typical of Alexander.
Many more tails could be told about them but to me they are the last of a dying breed of British aristocrats that lived the hunting fishing and racing life. They will be sadly missed by many and by none more so than myself.
