I was raised with my brother on my uncle's farm. My mum and dad never lasted long in this world after I was born, from as far back as I could remember it had only been me, Robert and my uncle James. Life on the farm was harsh and lonesome, me and my brother were raised on how to hunt and kill for our food. I developed a talent at hunting and it became a lifestyle for me, with my dog by my side I could lose myself in the woods for hours and have no fear about being lost. The death of my uncle left me and my brother in a bad way, we were left to survive by ourselves in the cold Scottish lands, there were months we went eating only scraps and struggling to get by. I don't think it'd be alive right now if it weren't for my brother.