After the leaf shot, the hunting guest stylishly hangs his tweed jacket over the hunting stick and begins the evisceration
Remnants of the legendary "Caledonian Forest" have survived in Glen Affric
In the treeless landscape, the hunters have no cover and have to stalk each other
After hours of stalking, an eighth is shot, high up on the northern slope of the 1036 m high "Lapaich"
Gutting the animal is the responsibility of the paying hunting guest, the gamekeeper only assists
Gutting the animal is the responsibility of the paying hunting guest, the gamekeeper only assists
With combined forces, the shot stag is pulled onto a flatter spot
Now a hemp rope is attached to the antlers of the stag as a pull rope
And for the paying hunting guest Andrew, a laborious dragging of the prey to the valley begins
Now it's getting a little flatter, but hauling 100 kilos of loot is still a hassle
In between, the rope breaks several times, we have to continue
Halfway along the trail, two hunting helpers approach with a pony, on which the cherry is now lashed down
The stag was shot 700 meters above the valley floor, that's a long way to go
The lodge's hunting shed is reached
... and the hunting guest happily poses for the photographer
But before unloading the loot
.... will we have a drink together first, whisky or beer?
End of a one-day red deer hunt

Rotwildjagd Highlands Schottland 1992

During our trips to Scotland for "Images from Scotland", Karl had the opportunity to take part in a stag hunt in the Highlands of Glen Affric. It is an important source of income for many landowners. the Romans called the Highlands "Caledon", wooded heights. But " has only survived in the language of hunters. Although the pine forests of the legendary "Caledonian Forest" disappeared centuries ago for building and firewood, the Scots continue to call the habitat of the red deer "deer forest". With nowhere to hide, hunting guest Andrew and gamekeeper Ronnie have to stalk the deer for hours in treeless terrain. After hours, the decisive shot is fired. Leaf shot. After the evisceration, the guest begins the task of dragging his prey to the valley all by himself. Halfway along the trail, a hunting assistant with a pony comes along and the stag is loaded onto him for the last stretch of the valley to the lodge. This hunt took a day, the photographer's Goretex jacket is soaked through and the hunters' tweed jackets weigh tons. The reportage lay for months with Stern and other magazines, but in the end no one dared to print it: because "blood sport", the readers don't like that - although this stag certainly had a better life than all the cattle whose fillets we value so highly ...