A grouse butt is like a car, a boat or a picnic – they all do effectively the same job, just with varying degrees of style, comfort and enjoyment. For those of us who might be fortunate enough to settle ourselves into that heathery haven of a well-found butt on the Twelfth this year, the long minutes of exhilarating anticipation will often be passed admiring the view from our miniature fortress. Indeed, the term ‘butt’ is a comparatively modern one in the sporting lexicon, as
