Charles Gordon & His Guns

An eccentric collector from the Scottish Borders

Two figures dressed nearly identically in tweed Knickerbocker suits and matching flat caps walked the Scottish hill. The older man’s clothes were of proper cut for a Victorian sporting gentleman, whereas the fellow with the leather dog lead and gun slip appeared to have slept in his outfit. The two long-legged black-and-tan dogs crisscrossing in front looked as if they had been designed to negotiate the wet, knee-high vegetation that extended to the horizon.
    Abruptly, both dogs stopped and stared at the ground at a spot where the heather fell away to a burn below. With unhurried ease, the moor keeper unbuckled two straps and slipped his charge a brand new double-flint shotgun of a type that had not been made for 50 years. A brace of russet birds rose into the overcast with vocal protest. The old chap pointed his long-barreled fowler after them and... Read More »

Do you like what you read? Subscribe to Shooting Sportsman»