Tempus Fugit – Sporting adventures with Barry Wilcox

Written by  on October 4, 2017

In the early 1980s I moved to Waterybutts, a shooting and fishing lodge in Perthshire. Here I spent some happy times on the River Tay with Jimmy Last[...]

Walked-up grouse in high heat – the not so Glorious Twelfth!!

Written by  on August 12, 2017

Many years ago, when I was a lot fitter than I am now, three shooting pals from the south invited me to join them for a walked-up grouse day on the Glorious[...]

Scottish Independence Referendum and field sports shooting

Written by  on September 9, 2014

With the Scottish Independence Referendum vote nearly upon us, I thought I’d say a few words. I have now lived in Scotland for more years than I[...]

A lifetime of game fishing with Barry ‘Gramps’ Wilcox

Written by  on June 24, 2014

Following on from the last two short stories describing my first forays into what would become a life long passion for game fishing, I thought I’d[...]

Gramps goes fishing for eels with a clod of worms

Written by  on April 15, 2014

Fishing for eels the old fashioned way After writing last months fishing for eels blog in which I recalled standing up to my chest in the freezing waters[...]

Gramps goes ‘treading’ whilst fishing for trout and eels

Written by  on March 16, 2014

A few weeks ago at a very enjoyable shoot dinner I fell into conversation with Tweed ghillie Andy Murray. We were surprised to find that our paths had[...]

Gramps has a shooting adventure at Bodorgan Estate

Written by  on January 30, 2014

In the 1980’s whilst still living in Dorset (my home county), I was involved in running a pheasant shoot at Wake Farm near Ebbesbourne.  The regular[...]

Training hunting dogs with a difference

Written by  on October 29, 2013

In the mid 1990’s, I arrived at the “Flying G Ranch” in the Rio Grande area of south Texas. After many successful years in the UK driven[...]

Salmon poaching; how Gramps escaped transportation to Australia

Written by  on October 18, 2013

Not long after the war, when food rationing was still in place, one of my occasional (some may say many!) transgressions took place. I was about 10 years[...]

Gramps, game shooting and a German

Written by  on September 16, 2013

Near the end of the Second world war a young German prisoner of war called Heinz (who at 14 years old seemed a low escape risk!) was sent to work with[...]