Foxyboy43
Well-Known Member
A day of mixed emotions for this oul fella.
A lovely morning on the Perthshire Glen with the stags still roaring all around us - utterly magical and one of nature’s truly great acoustic treats. But I was here for the hinds; the sudden cold snap had brought many deer down to the lower levels and I was very fortunate to have two pleasingly good shots at a hind and her calf though I am not ashamed to admit that I studied both through the S&B perhaps a tad longer than I should have before somewhat reluctantly sending the .308 homeload on it’s destructive path.

For me this was finally the day I was dreading; much pondered in my head the last year or so but like many before me I knew it was the time when I finally would decide that the glens were indeed too much for me; no more would I crawl through bog, moss, heather and little “deposits” so kindly left by the local sheep. I have always rejoiced in my times in the glens, marvelled at their sheer vastness, felt honoured to just be there and in truth on occasion wondered why I ever went there at all - rarely I know but….
So a particularly wonderful chapter in my life has come to a close. At 73 I have no regrets, lots of great memories - including the ones I forged this very day for I know I have been blessed by all that came my way and am comforted in the knowledge that Roe and Falllow are still within my reach; indeed as the glens inexorably slip away from me I am determined to fulfil my bucket list and shoot the UK six - halfway there already - what could possibly go wrong….


A lovely morning on the Perthshire Glen with the stags still roaring all around us - utterly magical and one of nature’s truly great acoustic treats. But I was here for the hinds; the sudden cold snap had brought many deer down to the lower levels and I was very fortunate to have two pleasingly good shots at a hind and her calf though I am not ashamed to admit that I studied both through the S&B perhaps a tad longer than I should have before somewhat reluctantly sending the .308 homeload on it’s destructive path.

For me this was finally the day I was dreading; much pondered in my head the last year or so but like many before me I knew it was the time when I finally would decide that the glens were indeed too much for me; no more would I crawl through bog, moss, heather and little “deposits” so kindly left by the local sheep. I have always rejoiced in my times in the glens, marvelled at their sheer vastness, felt honoured to just be there and in truth on occasion wondered why I ever went there at all - rarely I know but….
So a particularly wonderful chapter in my life has come to a close. At 73 I have no regrets, lots of great memories - including the ones I forged this very day for I know I have been blessed by all that came my way and am comforted in the knowledge that Roe and Falllow are still within my reach; indeed as the glens inexorably slip away from me I am determined to fulfil my bucket list and shoot the UK six - halfway there already - what could possibly go wrong….




