As I prepared to put pen to paper, so to speak, my mind wandered down the rabbit hole of open and closed hunting seasons. The general rhythm of the hunter's year and whether hunter’s located elsewhere in the world, where closed seasons may not exist, also experience this annual sense of fulfilment, nostalgia, completion and anticipation.

Soil is the foundation upon which the majority of our natural world stands. From the vast boreal forests of the Taiga to the rainforests of the Congo and to our hunting grounds big and small, soil is ever present beneath our feet.

The week before Roebuck season, I was contacted by my diehard Welsh buddy Lewis Thomas with an invitation to hunt in Argyll, Scotland. The trip was to be a fleeting 3 day all out no sleep mission through the depths of Sitka spruce, to peruse the elusive roe deer. The ‘mission’ was to be completely exact to Lewis’s word, although I didn’t know I would have to spend 3 days putting up with his ridiculous and droning banter. Back home Lewis decided to write 5 rather large Instagram posts about the trip. We decided that it would be good to stick this all into a single blog post with extra pictures and text.