Tweed, Malt & Shot: Highland Games in ‘Auld Reekie’


Words by: JPS for duncan quinn

There is, of course, plenty of drinking to be done in Scotland.

But as DQ devotees have seen from our travels to Auld Reekie, there’s a lot more to it than that. Sometimes we drive Bentleys through the moors at high speed. Haggis is consumed on more than one occasion. Often we feel up the tweeds at various historic woolen mills. And sometimes we shoot things.

Mostly clay pigeons, as it takes minimal prep work and the next dram is never very far away. There are several places where you can get in an afternoon’s sport and still be back to the castle in time for dinner. The Loch Lomond Shooting School is one such outfit. Located at Tullichewan Farm and run by  the amiable Ian, as likely a country squire as you’ll find, it’s a stone’s throw from one of our favorite hotels in the Glasgow area, Cameron House on Loch Lomond.

Ian and his compadre Len pick you up at Cameron House in a pair of matched classic green long wheelbase Land Rover Defenders, necessary as the shooting grounds at Tullichewan require a bit of off-roading to reach. They have several different stands set up, some of them devilishly difficult like the notorious Flying Haggis, which seems to defy the laws of physics, while others scuttle across the ground like crazed rabbits.

Hit one square on and you’ll be rewarded by Len’s rich burr: “Pehrrfect shooting!” Our day at Loch Lomond came on the heels of visits to Bruichladdich and Bowmore, two of Islay’s most delectable distilleries. We were equipped for the excursion with a near-bulletproof Rolex Sea-Dweller Deepsea from Bob’s Watches, which we felt was needed to withstand the strength of some of the malts we sampled straight from the cask.

This turned out to be a wise choice as we seemed to have knocked into some very solid stone walls during the excursion, though emerging none the worse for wear. Well, perhaps with a bit of a dodgy shoulder from the bang of the Beretta 12-gauge. But nothing a 30-year-old whisky couldn’t cure….