Quote Originally Posted by Jock Scot View Post
Not that I am aware of. In truth,I have never heard of your story until recently. However, I have personally been well aware of a complete fire crew, two police men, two ambulance crew, two locals, two sport fishermen, a ghillie and a wife carrying me on a horse blanket more than a mile over rocks and bog to a waiting ambulance a couple of years ago after a bad fall. Yes-yes, I know! Another one! I don't remember much, but, I do recall vividly that none of my rescuers had any decent suitable footwear on! One thing for sure, Ghillie brogues would have been useless!

I must add, that each and everyone involved in helping me that day has my complete and undying gratitude for what they did. They ended up exhausted, wet, filthy and with more than a few scapes and bumps as well and still they remained cheerful throughout. Thank you All.
Once again I must confess to a paucity of real knowledge, but the story of the tongueless and perforated moccasin is certainly not new. Here's one link, and I'm sure I would have virtually NO difficulty finding dozens more. The question, of course, is whether those stories have ANY connection to real Highlands history:

https://celticnationsmagazine.com/th...athi-hennesey/

And, it seems the two of US share some recent history as well, although the ambulance crew that plucked me from the pavement and transported me after my being impaled by a recent model Pontiac whose pilot didn't understand the meaning of red lights, leaving me with fractured 2nd and 3rd cervical vertebral bodies and my VERY non-historical carbon fiber bicycle (computerized electronic shifting, 3D printed saddle, and me in spandex), did NOT have to portage me on canvas (although one of them, despite my physician's knowledge of anatomy reminding me it would be a VERY VERY bad idea to acquiesce to his request "do you think you can sit or stand up?)

My own journey's second stage was 125 miles by helicopter. My wife was not on scene for the impact or the transport, but she sure is involved in the aftermath. Her commonest pronouncement is "I'm going to SELL or give away that (replacement) bike if I even sense you're CONSIDERING riding it (I am, and I will).

And, of course, I was not shod in ANYTHING "Ghillie." (rigid carbon fiber soles, the latest micro-adjustable Boa-dials for closure) 🚴*♂️