To many a sporting Briton, a sufficient reason for keeping dank Scotland in the Empire is its excellence as a breeding ground for grouse. This year there were the usual troubling reports that heavy February and March snows had scattered the grouse far afield, that coveys had been thinned by starvation and disease. But with the approach of the "Glorious Twelfth," traditional August opening of the shooting season, grouse were reported rising as thickly as ever. Last week on the moors thousands of beaters got into action with white flags, forming semicircles to drive the grouse over the concealed "butts"...
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