The Highlands & The Hound: A Field Report from Scotland | Keepers Days in Scotland

Scotland had been on my bucket list for years. There is something about the mist-shrouded glens and the ancient hunting culture that feels like coming home. So, when a dear friend invited me to join her in January 2024, the answer was a resounding yes. The bags were packed, the layers were prepped, and the expedition was on.

Crossing the Minch

Traveling to Scotland by boat with my gundog, Weasel, and a few close friends felt like the start of a true adventure. I’ll admit, I was a wee bit nervous. A new country, unpredictable weather, and traveling with a dog can be a lot to manage. But as the rugged coastline appeared through the fog, the nerves turned into pure adrenaline.

The Learning Curve: Pheasants and "The Dots"

Our first day was an intense introduction to a commercial shoot. We joined the gamekeeper—not as shooters, but as observers and retrievers. At first, Weasel was a bit puzzled by the commotion. But as the first pheasants flew over and the shots echoed through the glen, I could see the moment he "connected the dots."

He learned fast. I had to guide his focus at first, especially when it came to the cocks—they’re a bit of a handful compared to the hens! Seeing him work in that environment, amidst the gorse and the heather, was a proud moment for any handler.

Hills, Hares, and the Scottish "Mist"

After the intensity of the first day, we took a "day off"—which in Scotland means more time in the hills. I watched the sun rise over the estate, a 50mm dream of soft light and long shadows. We spent the day with the gamekeeper, visiting local country shops, tracking rabbits in the mountains, and testing our nerves (and the car) on some steep climbs.

Then came the Keeper's Day—a gathering of gamekeepers, beaters, and picker-uppers. It was a masterclass in patience for Weasel. He worked hard, but he also taught me a few lessons. For one: Weasel definitely needs a swimming lesson or two. And for two: Never trust the Scottish sky. I thought it would be a dry day and left my waterproof trousers behind. Big mistake. I got soaking wet, or as the locals say, "fair droukit."

After this amazing day outside, we had a keepers day. A hunting day at the estate with all the gamekeepers, hunters, beaters, picker uppers and us. Weasel had an amazing day retrieving pheasants and learning about patience haha!

Back to the Roots: The Coolpix

On this trip, I brought a special piece of gear: my old Nikon Coolpix. This is the camera that traveled with me through Africa and sparked my obsession with photography. It’s rugged, waterproof, and practically indestructible—the perfect tool for the grit of a Scottish hunt.

The photos from that little camera have a specific soul. The light, the deep contrasts, the way it captures the "mood" rather than just the pixels... I can’t get enough of it. It reminded me that photography isn't about the newest gear; it’s about being there, in the mud, capturing the truth.

The Expedition Continues

Scotland was a dream realized. Good friends, peat-scented air, and the raw beauty of a country that doesn't care if you're cold. I am already planning my return.

Do you have an expedition or a brand story in the UK that needs documenting? Whether it’s in the Highlands or the rolling hills of the South, I’m ready to head out. Let’s capture the grit together.