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Few experiences are more rewarding to the sportsman than a driven shoot across the moors for Scottish grouse. 'Here, in heather-scented surroundings, a group of visiting Americans enjoys this unique sport
The day began at 7:15 a.m. when one of the maids moved quietly through the 14 bedrooms of Drumour Lodge, near Dunkeld, Perthshire, waking the 22 people who had flown to Scotland for the shoot. Through the windows could be seen the vastness of Trochry Moor—thousands of acres of mist-veiled heather, the scene of the hunt to come. A gong summoned the guests to breakfast—an adequate repast of porridge, eggs and bacon, toasted scones and heather honey—and then the shooting brake—or station wagon—arrived and it was time to go out on the moors.
This was the unique beginning for a party of American businessmen, some with their wives, of a recent two-week stay as the guests of Stanley C. Allyn, President of the National Cash Register Co., at his company's leased shooting lodge in Scotland. Among the sportsmen, made up for the most part of prominent midwestern business leaders, was J. Stillman Rockefeller of New York, who was accompanied by his wife and son and daughter.
Shooting four days a week (with golf at Glen Eagles on "off" days), the guns took their places in the line of butts every morning and to the shout, "Mark Right," met, head-on, flocks of 30 and 40 grouse dipping and swerving their way overhead. Every shooting day there were bags of 45-60 brace, and for all it was the highlight of their hunting year. In the butts by day and at the dinner table at night the conversation centered always on the grouse—this noble bird which provides "the finest sport with the gun obtainable in the British Isles."
Drumour lodge, where the shoot took place, crowns 22,000 acres of some of the best grouse moors in Scotland.
Awaiting the drive, the guns stand ready along the line of stone butts. In the foreground Gamekeeper Wier assists one of the guns and keeps his eyes on the horizon for first sight of the birds which are driven in by a horseshoe of beaters. His dog sits waiting.
A day on the moors shooting grouse brings hunters together in a sporting and social occasion which for centuries has been honored as a Scottish tradition
Smiling host Stanley C. Allyn, wearing a hound's-tooth grouse helmet, relaxes in the butts between drives while D.A.F. Donald, the only Scotsman in the party, lights up a smoke behind him. Mr. Allyn entertains business associates at Drumour once a year.
Discussing shoot after lunch, A. W. Peake, the former president of Standard (standing), chats with J. T. Patterson (seated center) and some other members of the shooting party.
Danish visitor Stig Moeller, Copenhagen representative of the National Cash Register Co., leans on turf-covered butt with ammunition close by and gun at the ready awaiting the next drive.