
 
        
         
		years  previous  to  1892,  and  though  roe-stalking was  systematically  carried  out  in  August by  
 the  various  tenants  and  their  friends* J |   far  as  I  know)  nobody  ever  obtained  a  shot  at  him  
 until  one  day he met  his  eri!)by  a  fluke.  In  both  i8 9o'and:  *891  Mr.  Van Andrd  and  Lord  
 Wimbourne had  kindly  given me  a  day  at  Kiltarlity,  ami  I  very much  wished  to  shoot  this  
 particular  roebuck, which was  called  “  Old  Queer  Head*’ b y  Johnny  R o l f   Each  day,  both  
 morning  and  evening, we had  seen  him,  and had made  two  or  three stalks,/but  every  time  he  
 vanished  in  a most mysterious way Just  as we were  expecting  to  get  a shot.  / 
 In  1892  I was  again with  Ross, ami  my  first  question was whether Old Queer Head was 
 These are three typical heads of roebucks which have lived in—1.  A heavily-wooded country with much thick  under cover and no open ground (Stobhall,  
 Perthshire),  a.  A part  forest, part  open  country (Altyre, Elgin).  3.  An  open, rugged, and  mountainous  country, where the woods  “ T T * 
 fair|y easy to get through (Beaufort, Ross-shire).  The reader will notice the close-set  and  heavier horns of the  more southern  roe.  The  brows in Perthshire  
 specimens arc generally finer than those from Ross and Inverness, which are, however, as a rule, rougher and of better shape.  The Altyre and Darnaway heads,  
 when good, are perhaps the best of all, as they show an intermediate type which combines the beauties of both of the other two.  (Author s collection.) 
 still  to  the  fore,  to which  he  replied  in  the  affirmative,  and  that  he was  then  actually  in  the  
 wood within  200  yards  o f the  house. 
 It was  in  the  dusk  o f a July  evening, and  from  the  door we  saw  Old  Queer  Head s wife  
 come  out  for  her  evening  feed,  and  a  moment  later  there was  a  “  ping  in  the wire  fence,  
 and  the  buck himself appeared.  T h e   rifle was  out  o f its  case  and put  together  in  a moment,  
 and we  crept  down  to  a  grassy mound  as  I  congratulated  myself  on  such  an  easy  chance.  
 But  the  rifle was  hardly  topping  the hillock,  and  I  had  just  made  out  his  dim  outline  in  the  
 dusk,  when  there  was  a  loud  bark  and  the  old  villain was  gone  like  a  flash.  Early  next  
 morning we were  out  in  another  direction,  towards  Auchnacliach,  and  on  the way  home  I  
 got  a  buck with  a very  good  head.  As  the  day was  cool, we  expected  to  find  our  old  friend  
 out  and  feeding  at  about  11  o’clock. 
 Beaufort  is  simply  ideal  ground  for  roe-stalking,  and  from  a mound close to Ross’s house  
 you  can  spy  one  great  valley  which  embraces  all  sorts  o f  broken  country,  and  then,  by  
 walking  to  a  mound  only  a  short  distance  away,  another  large  extent  can  be  run  over  
 with  the  glass. 
 Nearly  everything  in  this  sport  consists  in  patience  and  sitting  still  i f   you  have  a  
 good  vantage  ground  to  look  from,  for  roe,  being  small,  are  not  easy  to  pick  out  amongst  
 trees  and  bushes,  and  when  they  lie  down  they  are  still  more  difficult  to  see.  It was  from  
 the  first  o f  the  two mounds  that we  expected to spot“  Queer Head.”  We  had  been  looking  
 for  him  intently most  o f   the  morning, when  suddenly  he walked  out  o f  a  little  copse  and  
 disappeared  over  a  rise.  The  distance was  not  more  than  200  yards,  and  making  sure  he  
 had  not  seen  us,  we  ran  down  a  hollow  and  looked  carefully  over  a  ridge  commanding  a  
 clear  view  in  every  direction,  but  could  see  no  buck— only  his  doe,  who  was  quietly  feeding 
 within  50  yards.  There we  lay more  than  an  hour,  thinking  that  he would  show near  her,  
 but  this  he  never  did.  T o   make  a  long  story  short,  we  saw  him  twice  again  in  the  evening,  
 and were  again  defeated.  However,  Ross  spotted  him  for  the  last  time just  as  the  trap  came  
 to  the  door  to  take  me  back  to  Beauly.  “  Queer Head ” was  feeding  on  a hill-side  covered  
 with  small  firs  and  deep  heather,  and  there  was  no  chance  o f  a  shot  except  from  below.  
 After we  had worked  carefully  towards  the  spot  where  he was  last  seen,  he  suddenly  sprang  
 up  within  50  yards  and  galloped  up  the hill  as  hard  as  he  could  tear,  and  knowing  I  should  
 probably  never  have  another  chance,  I  took  a  snap  at  him  just  as  he  entered  the  bushes.  
 Ross  said-he was  hit,  but  I  thought  not,  and  overruled  his wish  that we  should  get  the  dog  
 and  have  a  look  for him.  A   short  time  afterwards  I  received  a  letter  from  Ross  saying  that  
 I  was  very  foolish  not  to  have  searched  for  the  buck  that morning,  as  he  had just  been  found