It was one hell of an experience mate. To follow a professional stalker trying to hit his cull quota was tough. I really wasn't sure what to expect, so kept an open mind. Donnie is in his late 60's, but he can move up the steepest glen like the very beasts we were stalking. Driving the bottom roads, pausing to gaze up, and as soon as deer were spotted we were going up, vertical, direct, no paths, no routes, just direct. On a couple of stalks, Donnie would say " this isn't going to be fun", and boy was he right..!
Gralloched where they fell, it fed the foxes on the hill. Some of the poorer