The vicious upland beasts of the Outer Hebrides require wariness if approached. The biting weather, the freezing midges, the incessant cèilidh dances can wear a creature down. And it is at those moments that there is the greatest vulnerability.
Witness this hillside. Littered with the bones of the unprepared. Thousands of years of bones, layer upon layer, grinding beneath the steps of those that stray from the more well trodden scrub. We didn't approach. Only by skilled use of a long lens, night vision equipment, and cattle prods, were we able to capture this scene moments before the bloodbath.
And then, having caused unspeakable carnage, the rubber duck sank back beneath the Loch to return to the subterranean charnel house it calls home.
Sickening.
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