I haven't watched the video thru to the end yet, but know I will enjoy it. Much of both sides of my family originated in Scotland, and I still have close relatives living there (Mull).
When we were kids, my sisters and I would spend between 3 weeks and all summer there. I remember the 12th as well as I remember my birthday.
It wasn't until I was in my 40s, did I actually get to shoot over there (Hunting on Mull was originally only for dwelling landowners) There would be upwards of 400 grouse lined up by the barn before lunch.
I have had somewhat of a 'moral realignment' since then. I know that much of the game are flight pen raised, and it's not entirely different than a pay-to-shoot preserve hunt here, except possibly for the cost and the numbers. I am now troubled by the drive to knock birds out of the air, barely notice whether they were killed cleanly, or were the pickers-up finding them. Driven shoots were akin to "shooting fish in a barrel" on some beats, which shouldn't have been hunted.
As I age, I take a much greater pleasure in watching a single or double rise of a Ruffy, watching a good dog working, and just walking alone in the Maine woods with a good gun and a sandwich in my pocket.
Call me Mr. Softee I guess, but Bruce's picture is more appealing to me, and that's coming from a bona fide Anglophile.
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