Twenty-six years reminiscences of Scotch grouse moors

In this memoir a veteran sportsman looks back over twenty‑six years of grouse hunting on Scotland’s remote northern moors. He describes a time when railways barely reached the Highlands and the landscape felt as wild as the far north of Labrador. The early days of open shooting involved hunters and their dogs rising before dawn, moving across long stubbles and clover‑filled fields. His tone is both nostalgic and practical, offering a window onto a sport once limited to a few.

He recounts the amusing tale of his first grouse on a coastal moor, the thrill of the chase and the camaraderie of shooters gathered in the early light. Along the way he notes how farming practices, game management and even the presence of hares have shifted since those days. The vivid illustrations by C. Whymper bring the mist‑shrouded hills and the rush of the hunt to life. Listeners gain practical insights and a sense of the landscape that shaped the tradition.