Giving It Up

My daughter Abi turned thirteen recently and as headestablished families and sometimes by wealthy
of the family she thinks it's about time her parentsnewcomers. Clients pay the equivalent of the price of
became vegetarians. She has been a convert, witha good second hand car for a few days shooting. We
occasional lapses, for around two years. I'm certainlyused to live in a farmhouse right in the middle of one of
not against the idea. We hardly eat meat anyway; justthese estates. Pheasants were as common as
the odd bacon sandwich and an extremely rare steakpigeons and sparrows are in town. It was not at all
(rare in the numerical rather than the French culinaryunusual to see two or three elderly gents stroll past
sense), but it would be good to lose that feeling of guiltour house, stepping stiff-legged over barbed wire
experienced when a cow looks at you over the fencefences (ouch), with their broken shotguns cradled over
with those mournful eyes.one arm and their labradors at heel.
Actually the cow is not at all sad - it's probablyNow, you might think I'm out of sympathy with the
wondering if you are going to pass it some of that longhunting fraternity, and you'd be right, up to a point,
green grass on the other side of the fence, but thealthough it's true I did a lot of fishing in my early teens,
guilt is real enough.and I once owned a beautiful .22 BSA air rifle with an
Of course, not everybody feels that way. In anotheroiled stock and a rifled barrel. I gave up fishing when I
life I used to be a musician and I remember driving to adiscovered girls, and I exchanged the rifle for my first
gig with a black American blues singer called Johnnieguitar and never looked back.
Mars. I pointed out some ducks which were flying lowAs a young teenager, part of my reading was about
over the band bus in formation. Johnnie looked up andthe safari hunters of Africa and India, last of a dying
said yep, he thought they were mighty fine, and after abreed. One of the most interesting of these was Jim
moment, 'Especially with roast potatoes'.Corbett. He became well known as a writer and his
This was said without a trace of irony. He told mebest book was probably 'The Man-Eaters of Kumaon'.
later, with the same straight face, that he was wellHe had respect and even love for the man-eaters that
known in East Poland and Latvia, which reminded mehe had to shoot. He was not just a hunter; he was
irresistibly of Dorothy Parker's line about being famousalso a naturalist and an early conservationalist, who
in two continents - 'Greenland and Iceland'.warned against 'the indiscriminate hunting of the tiger,
Anyway, as I said, I'd like to become a vegetarian, but Iwhich if not controlled would eventually deprive India of
think you have to pick the right time. It's like giving upthe finest of her fauna'.
smoking, something I finally managed to do ten yearsAbout this time I discovered two great American
ago after many attempts. One day, all the conditionswriters; Hemingway via 'The Green Hills of Africa',
were right and I stopped, just like that.written in 1933, and William Faulkner through 'The Bear'.
That's how I imagine it would be when giving up meat,Written in 1942 as a long short story, 'The Bear' is
although as far as I know, meat is not addictive. There'llFaulkner at his prophetic best. It's about a group of
be no retrievals of half used packs of bacon from themen and boys who go on a hunting trip every year',
bin, or furtive trips to the corner shop, ('Just going toand each time they have to drive further to find the
take the dog around the block, dear. Won't be long').wilderness as the Mississippi Delta shrinks. At the time
These ruminations (isn't that what cows do? - Ed)the story was written, conservation was not at all
were brought on by the fact that we've recentlyfashionable, nor was it twenty years later when I read
moved house. We're now twelve miles further northit, but it made me realize that there could be a link
and within sight of the Moray Firth. (In Scotland anbetween hunting and conservation.
estuary is called a firth, so for example we have theI have no desire to hunt or shoot any animal, but I'm
Firth of Forth - see?). Anyway, in those few miles,hardly in a position to criticize anyone else while I still
we've moved out of the Highlands and onto theeat meat. The arguments in favour of hunting are not
coastal plain, which drops gently down to the sea,easy to refute. For instance, it's claimed that without
about six miles away, giving us a clear view of thefoxhunting, farmers would quickly eradicate the fox
few solitary cottages and farmhouses in the area, plusand that in Scotland the Red deer population would
the remains of Duffus castle and the Lossiemouthsoar without adequate control.
lighthouse.Maybe, but I can't help thinking Oscar Wilde got it right
All this is very different from the Highlands, with its hillswhen he wrote about 'The unspeakable in pursuit of
and valleys, rough ravines and forests. Almost athe uneatable'. Besides, as a solution to the deer
different country, almost a different people. Before thepopulation problem, I'm for the re-introduction of the
Jacobite uprising in the 18th century and thewolf, absent from the Scottish Highlands since before
subsequent destruction of the clan system, the 'wild,Bonnie Prince Charlie went home to Italy. This is a
wykked hieland men' used to swoop down onto theserious and considered proposition, now championed
coastal plain, steal all the cattle they could cope with,by the Green Party, and it feels right to me. It works in
burn a few cottages and disappear back into the hills.Montana - why not here in the Highlands? In the
Well, the clans are no longer a force, and instead theremeantime, at least I've moved out of earshot of the
are large shooting estates, sometimes owned by oldshotguns on the estate.