Memoir of The Common Man by Bob Redwater

Bob Redwater, exercising his ancient right to bear arms and protect his country from foreign invasion by using traditional methods. I didn’t have a green uniform or connections with the gentry to qualify for the old boy’s club but I did have my own long bow which I had cut and made myself. I kept a low profile by standing under a large elm tree and shooting arrows outwards late on summers evenings when the Meadows was almost deserted.

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Memory of a Poacher: Royal Archers on the Meadows by Bob Redwater

A familiar sight for Edinburgh folk heading home from work across the Meadows on a late summer’s afternoon. I have always admired those splendid chaps in their green uniforms and eagle feathers in their bonnets. The Queen’s Bodyguard in Scotland, practising the noble art of archery in an effort to keep her majesty safe when she does her annual flying visit to distant Caledonia, God bless her.

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Tales From The Lives of A Poacher by Bob Redwater

The wee boy on the left hand side of the photo, with the baggy breeks, fierce expression and kirby grip in his hair, is me, young Bob Redwater. My Ma told me, “If you don’t want to get your haircut, then you’ll need to wear one of your sister’s hair grips to keep your hair out of your eyes or you’ll go blind”. “Okay” I said to my Ma, “I don’t care”.  I was a thrawn child, stubborn as a mule.

Beyond The Urban Fox by Bob Redwater

I sold all of my guns. The time had finally come for me to retire from an active life of hunting and poaching. It was my lack of mobility and fitness rather than a sudden attack of  guilty conscience that made up my mind. I need two sticks for walking and am no longer able to outrun a gamekeeper.

Most of my secret hunting activities took place on private estates owned by the gentry and run by their tweed clad servants. I was able to feed my family with a healthy diet of wild meat as apposed to battery reared animals and fowl which had lived a miserable life before they were slaughtered. My hunting methods were many and varied, perfected by trial and error over a lifetime. Rabbits were my mainstay but we also feasted on Hare, venison, pheasants, partridge, goose, duck, salmon and trout.

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Urban Fox: Memoirs of an Edinburgh Poacher by Bob Redwater

It wasn’t hard for me to think up a title that would best describe my unconventional lifestyle in Scotland’s capital city.

I always swore that I would never write about my illegal hunting activities. It was my elder brother Peter who pressurised me into writing about my life because he thought it was worth sharing with others. Whatever the reason the deed has been done and I have shared my hunters life with the publication of a book. Read more…

8th May 2014: Urban Fox; Memoirs of an Edinburgh Poacher by Bob Redwater

memoirs of an edinburgh poacher

Come along to The Counting House at 7pm to hear Bob’s memoirs. Share a crust of bread, and hear the reflections he has to share…

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Urban Fox:  Memoirs of an Edinburgh Poacher

Bullet points of what you would like to talk about:

  • Short History of Poaching and the Law
  • Early Childhood
  • Living off the Land
  • Archery, Ferreting and Boomeranging
  • Lurchers, Hares and Deer
  • An official Pheasant Shoot

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