A GOOD DAY IN THE FOREST OF 
COIGNAFEARN 
Towards the end of a September several years 
ago I was so fortunate as to be invited to stalk 
at Coignafearn, which has always been famous 
for the size and weight of its deer. On reach- 
ing the lodge on a Saturday night, I heard that 
the head stalker had met with an accident, 
fortunately not a bad one, but possibly serious 
enough to prevent his going out with me on the 
following Monday. He had been out in the 
forest the day before I arrived, and on going up 
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