At just about all stages of the year, save the stalking, Thorn, Mark’s new dog, is at his heel.

Training dogs is a dark art to most, and Mark’s ability to train his is important - badly trained, and Thorn will become a substantial waste of his time. Worse still, it means his work is much more difficult. Consequently Thorn is the only of his dogs allowed in the house, as constant contact is required. The other dogs (a labrador for retrieving, three terriers for foxholes and a sheep dog for gathering; another freelance activity), are kept outside in kennels. At all times he is is developing under my very eyes. At six months old, I watched him carefully walk two pheasant poults back towards a tiny hole in the fence and back into the pen - an amazing feat for a puppy that only really wants to chase them. What is more amazing is that this is one of his many disciplines.

As Mark is versatile, so already is Thorn. He is a retriever, a pointer, and a second set of senses at the foxes. Mark can cover double the ground overnight if he leaves Thorn sitting watching a blind spot. The relationship is starting to border on instinctive, and Mark will soon be able to discern what Thorn’s body language is telling him; fox, roe, pine marten or even badger. This is the level of understanding reached by his previous dog, a lurcher, and makes his success rate with the foxes considerably higher, saving him a great deal of sleep.

Mark, as he will admit himself, is an obsessive character. This is the guy who was given a Playstation game for Christmas, and out of politeness he had a go, but failed a level after a while. He got so furious “that a bundle of wire and plastic” can beat him, that he spent the next three days, with little to no sleep, completing the entire game. Three years later and his son, Bob, still hasn’t even come close. The ultimate challenge for him, though, is the fox. The cliché ‘cunning as a fox’ doesn’t match the respect he has for their ability to evade humans, and sometimes elaborate schemes, surprising in their necessity, are set up to shoot them. His longest stakeout waiting for a fox to arrive was “probably 50 hours”, the longest time awake following a fox “...about 76 hours straight, is the longest I’ve ever done awake and I don’t fancy doing that again”.

Mark's back room is full of past projects

Unlike most of us, who tend to sleep on nature’s circadian rhythms, Mark’s sleep patterns are ruled by fatigue. When he is tired, he sleeps. When he is awake, he works. If there is no estate work, farming work or fox work, he is to be found in his taxidermy shed. Doing work. It might be taxidermy, or it might be the creation of a new special hide (the latest being a fake sheep, so he can travel around a field without his target noticing).

This work ethic seems through choice rather than necessity, even though I question the ease with which he can pay for a family on freelance keeping wages alone. Ultimately, and just about all keepers will agree with this, the job is a vocational lifestyle choice. This is a passion. I haven’t yet seen, aside from in a Zoology professor’s office, a larger collection of wildlife and wildlife photography books specifically on the subject of Scotland. Purely for the purposes of taxidermy, he will sit staring at any animal for as long as the animal will allow him. He spent 30 minutes on a stalk once, staring at a red deer hind through a telescope, just to see how her nostrils flared when she was relaxed. Apparently the clients behind were totally silent the whole time, assuming that Mark was spying something important for the stalk, only to be told they were moving elsewhere after that long wait.

He is not shy of exploiting his reputation of being well versed in some quite unique knowledge, and practical jokes on the stalk are one of his favourite games. This year he has been taking chocolates rolled into small balls onto the hill. Every now and again he will stop, pretend to pick up some deer droppings, eat them, and say, “hmm, we are about an hour behind them, we are close now”, then move on. Eventually he persuades the ever-keen client to try some for himself. The best thing about it is there is always the initial surprise that “hey, deer poo tastes just like quality street!”.

The constant is taxidermy, and Mark often has something on the go for clients. Seeing as this is something entirely on his own time, it takes a back seat, and this is how I find him in his shed in the small hours, sewing up a pheasant. I left him at 2.45am (to accusations of "southern fairy" as I walk out), and go to bed. When I get up at 7.30am, I find him back in the house, passed out on the sofa. He got very little sleep, as he spent the entire night preening the bird while it dried. Encouraged by Jade, his daughter, I snuck a photo. On waking after two hours’ sleep, the pheasant needed a little more preening work, then after a cup of tea, he headed out to the pheasant pens.

It is taxidermy that defines Mark, the diligence and attention to detail accompanied by artistic flair, practical problem-solving and an obsession with the nature that surrounds him. His note to me sums it up better than I ever could:

“I do taxidermy now because it helps pay my wages and it also gives me the perfect excuse to do what I want to do! I started taxidermy as a way to get closer to and a better understanding of wildlife, drawing and painting gives you an understanding of colours and textures but only by taking them apart and rebuilding them do you get a true understanding of why they are the way they are. Once I’d started I kept trying to improve the mounts and the only way to improve is to study them in their natural habitat and the more you study them the more you want to improve your mounts (vicious circle). Taxidermy teaches you to really look at the live animal and not just look at it like everybody else does…”

Mark after an all-night pheasant preening session.

The next part, Chapter 5: Stalking: Ecological Necessity?, will be posted on here at 10.30am on Saturday 2nd February. To buy a copy of the book for £25, contact me.

Early springtime is a very busy time, “fox dens would normally start in…the middle of April”. Lambing season and the month or so preceding is fox-time, and this is where sleep becomes a rare commodity – one or two hours a night is the norm. Mark’s wife, Mhairi, recently persuaded him to go on a break to Aviemore with his two children during this time. He spent the entirety in tortured insomnia, snatching glimpses of the Aviemore foxes enjoying free reign of the night. Any time spent away is more time that foxes can get to the lambs.

If not chasing a specific fox, Mark can be found hiding out near the forestry at the top end of the glen waiting for one, “…go up to the forestry, try and keep the foxes thinned out there because we’ve got the black game [grouse] up there”. Time is limited, though, and this is sadly infrequent. The rare black grouse are in decent health though and he has been seeing increasing numbers of greyhens (females) showing themselves at the time of writing (October). This is part of a successful local initiative to keep the black grouse population in the area at a healthy number.

Smells are key. Mark puts smell-infused gels and waxes onto the traps to make the target animal divert from the usual path (into the trap).

When the pheasant poults arrive in early August, trapping starts in earnest, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, this is the start of the time of year when newborn, young predators are being kicked out by their parents, so they are travelling, looking for new territory to occupy. Secondly, the sudden arrival of a large number of pheasants in the glen will create smells that will attract any wandering predator. Generally speaking, the fox population has been spoken for, but some mustelids (stoats, pine marten, weasels etcetera) will predate on the pheasants. Simply, Mark sees it as stealing from the owner on his watch; it is his job to prevent that.

Within the first week, a pine marten breaks into a pen overnight. To my untrained eye, nothing has happened. Mark quickly spots the feathers on the ground, and that the poults are behaving very unusually – they are avoiding one corner of the pen, and in that corner none of the feed has been eaten. A little more research reveals scratch marks above the fenceline on a tree, and we find stashed pheasant carcasses around the fence line. Mark considers the pine marten one of nature’s ultimate predators, “Everybody thinks, oh yes, your lions and that great predators, any of your mustelids, I think they are the most effective. I wouldn’t be surprised if in the spring pine marten will take out a roe fawn, they’ll lift them no bother…depending on the age, they’ll tackle them…if they were the size of a lion, it would be like hunting an elephant…so they’re like little ninjas.”

This poult was very likely killed by the pine marten. They sometimes kill too many to eat so stash them up trees or hide them elsewhere.

This particular pine marten was actually caught on this night, but managed to bend the structure of the cage trap, which is no mean feat. It is a matter of professional pride; this trap was promptly removed from service, never to be used again. Infuriatingly for Mark, this happened twice, and a good number of poults were killed, one found not far from the pen stored up a small tree (pictured). It was captured about three days later, “…very happy…it’s only killed about 12 pheasants, so that is £48. If those pheasants had survived and if it was a commercial shoot, each one of those pheasants would be worth £30, so that is £360 he killed in two visits, and he would have kept coming.” That particular pine marten was released 20 miles away, shortly, I imagine, to become another gamekeeper’s problem, (and I suppose to be promptly moved to another estate after…I’m left wondering where this one came from in the first place).

The pine marten was trapped and shot to near-extinction, whereupon it received protected status in 1981 in the Wildlife and Countryside Act. Reportedly, numbers have increased to healthier levels in recent years so they are a regular occurrence around game pens and chicken coops. Predator control, in terms of legislation, is something in constant flux, and public pressure has drastically altered the legislation involved.

Mark sets a trap while Thorn looks on. Apparently the best place to set traps is on the riverside - the highway of the animal kingdom.

Mark agrees that no one wants to return to the days of early 20th century predator control, and agrees with the legislation banning the more cruel traps, “your old gins [traps] would actually break the bone, a lot of pain and suffering on them”, but he is also a pragmatist, “if you want to see diversity of wildlife, all your different birds and animals, plants insects, you can’t have one sort of top predator just breeding out of control”. This is mainly directed at foxes. Dr Adam Smith of the GWCT agrees that predator control is closely linked to biodiversity, and refers to Scandinavia for illustration, “in the 1980s there was a massive outbreak of sarcoptic mange in foxes…suddenly the populations of black grouse, and capercaillie and mountain hare exploded across Scandinavia.” These are only game species, but it clearly shows the relationship between predation and the populations of prey species.

Legislation can be frustrating too; new and more humane traps can be really slow to be introduced into legality in Scotland. Snares are not really an issue for him; the stringent legislation means that snaring is all but impossible to do legally, so he avoids it altogether.

It would have been remiss of me not to ask about the recent buzzard debate - where DEFRA were proposing testing control of buzzard numbers, to great uproar from the public. Incidentally, there is a buzzard nest directly over one of the pens in the glen. It is a successful nest – with annually fledging chicks. Asking Mark if these were a concern and would he apply for a licence if allowed, he replied, “if they were causing a problem, yes…this year, no…they’re not causing a problem…the resident pair are targeting mice, voles, little birds even…you’ll see them down on the fields eating worms…they’ve never seen the pheasants as a food source”. He goes on to say that he is actually pleased they are there – while they are there, problem buzzards are far less likely to arrive. Aside from anything else, the problem buzzards are a rarity, but once again for him it is the principal of the issue - why can't he decide this for himself? Of course it is more complex than that and empowering gamekeepers with this would be a disaster for birds of prey, but I know that in Mark there would be one keeper that would welcome these buzzards over his pens regardless of legislation in place.

As Mark had not caught anything for some time (no need - there were no pheasants to protect), this stoat was actually taken from his freezer, to demonstrate a fen trap.

Many keepers have been shown to manage with a heavier hand, more often on grouse moors, as they have more of a conflict with predators. Hen harriers are particularly rare and flourish where there are a lot of red grouse, but are efficient caps on grouse numbers. In an ideal world, keepers would prefer they were not there, as it makes the ability to breed grouse for shooting much more difficult.

These heavier-handed keepers are of the ‘old-school’ variety and are increasingly rare today in Scotland, and those that do cross the law are occasionally prosecuted. A quick look at the Raptor Persecution Scotland blog (a good coverage of legal proceedings between some more emotive posts) will reveal any legal news and stories. Historically there has been a developing story of this. In fact, the raptor persecution situation in Scotland was considered so bad that in 1998 Donald Dewar, then Secretary of State for Scotland, famously called it a “national disgrace”.

A year's haul. Mark freezes anything he traps, with a view to using it in his taxidermy at some point. Most of the time he isn't actually using traps - only when he has pheasants in the pens and young domestic duck chicks around his pond.

Mark has no interest in this form of intense management, and there is common ground here between him and the RSPB (a surprise considering the ‘us and them’ sentiments). Ian Thompson, head wildlife crime investigator in Scotland, talks about one trapping violation that led to a buzzard, “starving to death…I mean that’s outrageous” because the keeper had not bothered returning to the trap to check it and release the non-target species. Some keepers are even helping the RSPB with their investigations, calling in with information on an off-the-record basis, “I think an increasing number of gamekeepers are fed up with some of the people in their industry really tarnishing the name of gamekeepers.” Dr Adam Smith agrees as well; “There are sloppy, casual, ill though-out conservation plans, and there is sloppy, ill-thought out, badly executed keepering; both should be condemned as they fail to serve a wider good and damage their own interests.”

Telling the difference is the tricky bit.

Much of the argument surrounding keepers is centred on grouse moors and the trapping methods used and choices made there to ensure grouse numbers. In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, all predators were heavily controlled, as Mark tells me, “the 1800s is when, that was when all the persecutions were really happening, that’s when everything with a hooky beak, sharp tooth...were getting killed. First World War came, most of the young men who would have been keepers, they got sent away, got to France and that, most of them never came back...it picked up again after The War, a lot of trapping and that.” After World War 2 there was less incentive for intense game management and predator trapping and shooting, and numbers started to recover, only to be halted by the introduction of damaging pesticides.

Mark setting a double magnum trap. This is only legal if in the cage - stopping any non-target species (like the protected pine marten) in.

Alongside heavy human pressure from trapping and habitat loss from a step-change in agricultural intensity, the pesticide DDT became responsible for serious declines in all predators - the chemical cannot be removed from the system and incrementally creeps up the food chain. It took Rachel Carson, in her book Silent Spring, to wake everyone up to the very real dangers of pesticides.

Oddly enough, otter hunters were the first to notice declining otter population, and they raised the alarm. Since the banning of DDT and the wholesale protection of otters, they started having much more success breeding. Mark is keen to point out that it was the hunters that were first to spot the problems at the time, “...a lot of it, it was your keepers...I mean your otters, the first we knew otters were in decline was because your otter hunters, who had been shooting for years, otters were getting harder and harder to find, they were killing less and less a year but nobody was listening and then finally a lot of people started noticing as well. They realised we’d hardly got any otters left, the population crashed, what’s causing that? They started looking...the same time your peregrine nests, your eagle nests, a lot of them were failing, sparrowhawks, kestrels, barn owls, everything like that, the numbers were just crashing, plummeting.”

After DDT was banned, numbers continued to fall, as the chemical was extremely hard to get rid of, but eventually they started to make a recovery, thanks to the ban and to protection laws, and apart from anything else, post world war two keeper numbers were a lot lower. At the time, there was no opposition to the new protection laws, but Mark tells me why, “The gamekeepers back then could have fought against it...we still need to protect game birds and that, but they still didn’t want to see the sparrowhawks and kestrels wiped out either, so they were put on the protection lists, went on, no opposition against it, that was then protected. But it was on the understanding that when they got back up to pre-war numbers then they would be taken off the list, things would be back to normal. Nothing that has been put on the protection list has ever been taken off and the likes of that now, we’ve got more birds of prey than there ever has been and yet if you’ve got a buzzard coming, killing birds, there is nothing that you can legally do about it. You you can apply for a licence till you’re blue in the face, you’ll not get one, and then they wonder why that is, sort of, illegal sort of killings at time - a lot of it is down to frustration.”

llegal trap: This is a golden eagle trap, used primarily in the late 19th and early 20th century. Understandably, this was one of the first to be banned.

At gamekeeper college they are taught that biodiversity is key and that a balance is required for a healthy habitat. They are also taught how to react if they are asked to poison, illegally trap, shoot anything, and to firmly say no. “If your head keeper says right, poison this that and the other, don’t do it, it is your career. If you want to be a gamekeeper, whatever you do, whether you report it, whether you leave that estate, if you go down that line and you are caught, you will be finished as a gamekeeper”. Mark neglects to mention that leaving an estate might well reflect on your future job prospects. Gamekeeping pays very little, and there are more keepers than jobs out there, so there is little room for time off work.

This fox was shot by Mark after an all-night wait. The longest stakeout he has ever done during lambing season was 50 hours; an indicator of the challenges in even seeing a fox, such is their skill at not being detected.

It is, in terms of pressure, a lot easier to remain on the right side of the law than it used to be. Vicarious liability, introduced in Scotland on January 1st 2012, is the latest stage in the improving of keeping rights. The levels of hierarchy above the accused are also held accountable for any crime committed on the estate. So if a Scotland keeper (or anyone for that matter) is found guilty of a crime, the landowner will also be found guilty, and any bosses in-between. This way there is considerably less pressure on the shoulders of one individual, in the name of creating sport and benefit for another, previously unaccountable, administrator or boss.

Shooting and trapping predators in defence of foreign species (pheasants) for the purpose of sport is not good, but is, as previously discussed, arguably palatable when looked at as a whole - the preservation of habitats, for instance. All this suppression of predators does have a great side-effect though; that of enabling prey species to recover in number. Commendable intent is made to ensure humane practice in the legislation. At the end of the day, what benefits shooting also benefits biodiversity. With the ultimate end of a return in the shape of shooting, landowners will be prepared to invest untold amounts into the landscape.

The next part, Chapter 4: NIght-Shifts, will be posted on here on Saturday 26th January at 10.30am. To buy a copy of the book for £25, contact me.

Game Chapter 4: Night-Shifts

Game Chapter 3: Trapping - it's like they're stealing