
 
        
         
		few  seconds.  The  tension  had  grown  extreme,  when  there  was  a  momentary  lift  in  the  
 gloom,  and  I  made  out  the  dim  forms  o f  the  deer  just  as  a  big  hind,  which  I  had  not  
 noticed,  “  bruached ”   loudly  within  20  yards  o f  us.  The  outline  o f  the  stag  was  barely  
 visible when,  after  carefully  aiming, I  pressed  the  trigger, knowing  that a moment  later  there  
 would  be  no  second  chance.  A t   the  shot  the  deer  at  once  disappeared,  but  I  felt  sure  I  had  
 hit him, and  on  following  the  tracks  for  some  50  yards,  there  he  lay  as  dead  as  a  door-nail.  
 Weight  13  stone  6  lbs.  ;  a wild  head  o f  10  points,  thin  and  evidently  that  of  a deer  on  the  
 decline.  In  the  evening  M'Coll  chaffed  me  for  shooting  what  he  called  his  old  friend;  
 but M ‘Leish was jubilant,  as  he  said  that  M ‘Coll  had  often  tried,  but  never  managed  even  
 to  stalk  that particular  stag. 
 Friday,  6th  October.— The most  tremendous  tramp  I  think  I  ever.  had.  We  started  at  
 8.30,  and were  not  home  till  9  at  night,  being  practically  on  the  move  the  whole  day,  for  
 the weather was  too  cold  even  to  sit  down  to  lunch.  Went  with  M ‘Coll  all  over  his  high  
 ground  to  the  top  o f  Stob-a-na-nalaphnh  (the  peak  o f  the  wild  boar).  We  looked  into  
 Corrie  Hurich, where  the  stags  were  roaring  like  cattle  in  a  Western  corral.  Many  stags  
 too were  on  our  own  ground,  but hardly  one  o f  them was  stationary  for  any  length  of . time,  
 the  bitter  wind,  the  snow  and  the  hail  showers  keeping  every  beast  on  the  move.  At  
 one  time we  ran  nearly  two  miles  to  try  and  cut  off  a  travelling  stag,  but  without  success.  
 Arrived  home  pretty  well  done  up,  but  thoroughly  enjoyed  my  day  on  the  whole,  as  the  
 scenery  on  Glashven  and  the peak with  the  unpronounceable  name were  simply  superb. 
 Saturday  I  spent  in  walking  home  to  Forest  Lodge,  and  as  one  o f  the  home  beats  
 was  vacant  on  the Monday, mine  host  kindly  asked me  to  stop  and  stalk  it. 
 Monday,  9th  October.— The  sort  o f day a  stalker  often  dreams  of,  but  seldom experiences.  
 A  touch  of  frost,  a  heavenly  blue  sky,  and  a  glorious  view  everywhere.  To  the  top  o f  
 Ben  T o ig   with  Donald  M'Intyre,  the  head  stalker,  a  most  charming  companion.  I  saw  
 more  deer  to-day  than  I  think  I  ever  saw  before.  They  were  literally  everywhere.  We  
 made  three  distinct  stalks  without  a  shot,  and  found  ourselves  at  3  o’clock  on  the  top  o f  
 Ben  Toig.  On  the way  up  the  hill we  sprang  a  good  stag, which  had  been  lying  behind  a  
 rock  ;  he  ran  about  100  yards  and  then  stood  “  at  gaze,”  and  as  I  could  neither  sit  nor  lie  
 down,  I  had  to  take  him  from  the  shoulder.  Result,  a  handsome  mis^  This,  however,-  
 did not discourage  us,  as we  shortly  spied  from  the  summit  o f  Ben  T o ig   a  magnificent  stag  
 lying  in  the midst  o f his  harem,  far  away  beneath  our  position.  On  a  hillock  facing  him  
 were  some  fifteen  other  stags  scattered  about,  roaring  occasionally,  and  evidently  anxious  
 to  annex  any  o f the  hinds  they might  be  able to  cut  out  and  drive  off.  The  big  stag,  which  
 could  not  hav&'^been  much  less  than  an  18-stone  beast,  gave  us  a  lo t .  o f  trouble.  We  
 made  three  stalks  after  him,  but  he  defeated  us  every  time ;  and  as  it  was  then  getting  
 late,  M'Intyre  begged  me  to  take  an  old  dark-coloured  stag  that  was  standing  some  60  
 yards  off.  Just as  I  got into  position  he moved  down  the  hill,  and  I  fired  as  he  was  going  
 out  of  sight— a broadside  shot.  On  running  forward  he  was  nowhere  to  be  seen,  but just  
 as  I  was  sitting  down  against  a  rock  three  others,  fair  beasts,  came  into  view  and  stood  at  
 about  200. yards’  distance down  hill.  Thinking  stag No.  1  was missed, M ‘Intyre  told  me  to  
 fire at  the  last  o f  the  three,  and  I  did  so.  Much  to  my  delight,  he  staggered  forward .and  
 rolled  over  dead.  M y  companion,  who  had  left  me,  now  commenced  searching  amongst 
 the  rocks  i n R n f ^ l   Us,  apd  presehl|§|beckoned Me  to  h im , r f t B i j   com in g   up  I  found  him  
 standinggsvet  the  dead  bod y  o f   the  first  stag  at  w h ich   I   had  fired  NoSjfi— w e tght  13  stone,  
 fa ir  head  ;  2  w e ig h t   12  stone,  poor  head,  ArliMip^ended  a most1 enjoyable  w e e k 
 Things  are  not,  however,  too  often  couleur  de  rose  with  the  deer-stalker.  Much  more  
 frequently  the  elements  are  against  him,  and he  has  t^ponsdle himself  as well  as he  can with  
 the memory  o f brighter  days:;; .  A  week  like  the  followrrl®i much more  S tm o i t . 
 I  had  been |||lkiag.  for  a  fortnight}: |n  t*j>  N o r th em « «H B w ith   fair  success.  ®he  
 weather  had  been  all  that  could  be ;des|fe:|ri6ut  good  stags  were  scarce.  N a p ja lly   on  S n g   
 ;;||>  Bladk  Mount  I  looked  forward  to  a  fii*i=rate  w e e k B ; i|  was  to  stalk  on  the  home  beats',  
 which  are  by  far  tb|jfbest;  but  the  day  I  arrived.'at  Forest  Lodge f t :   weather  broke,  and  
 we  had  a  thorough  dos|||f W est  Coast  rath. 
 13^  September  1 loiig  day  with  Grant  on  Benzie,  'Lots  o f  stags,  but  wind  
 most, unfavourable.  We  kept moving  deer nearly  all day.  In  the  a f t e i h «  I  gotpfdifficult  
 shance  at  g."frightened  stag,  having  to  aim  at  h i   n e c l jo r   fear  o f   h a u n c h in ^ fe u   The  
 distanceowas. a bit  too  great,  ah.d  I  missed?  Saw  a  very  fin^stag  late  in  the  evening,  but  
 twilight  coining  on, we  had M le a v e  him. 
 v/Jh  September.  -tYo  Loch  llaa.lists  with  Buchanan.  Wind  and  rain  alike  bad  for  
 stalking.  . About  Y  p  m .  fo u n d i l splendid  lot  o f  stags,  a m M »   them  two  carrying  & o d   
 heads,  one  a  Rej||i§jpi but,  to  our  annoyance,  they  kept  moving  away  from  us,  and  then, just  
 ■ as''We  were  getting within  shot,  a  perfect  de lugjjgf  rain  came,%'own,  and  I  h a d lg ru e l  piece  
 isif  bad  luck.  A  bigSstag w ip jtan d in g S e a r   at  about  fy d  yardSt. wiShsa small  one  ajlngside  
 III  him.  I  was  obliged  to  shoot  quickly,  as  they  had  seen  us,  and-at  the  very moment  that  
 I  pressed  the  trigger  the  littlestag——aelseast.'of  10  stonh^Started  forward,- covered  the  1 arg.er  
 animal,  and  received my  bullet.  :  So. quick ly‘did  it  happen  that  I  had  no  time  to  Stop  the  
 pressurefcn  the  trigger,  and  we  trudged  home  in  a  very .different  frame  o f mind  from  that  
 in which  we  started. 
 ■.  September.— Another  ! | | y !'‘With  Grant  on  Benzie.  No  luck,  no  shot,  but  continuous  
 raipand mist. 
 i  bih September.— Pouring  cats  and  dogs# jgtidketft-'qllpaper,  and  did  a  few  sketches!  
 in  the morniirg.  In  the  evening went'«at  with  Maxton  Graham  and  shot  a  few t^^ S» io iS 
 lyth  September.  Another  beast  a  da y!  Backwards  and  forwards.on  Loch  Baa  flats,  
 without  a  particle  o f success. 
 The  next  day  was  Saturday,  and  being  my  last,  tile  fickle  |gddess  was  unusually  k i n S   
 and  being  a  day  o f  exceptional  interest,  perhaps  the  gentle  reader  wiljfplfow  it  through  
 the next  chapter. 
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