The aged Chief fought with great strength and activity and unparalleled bravery, but on beholding three of his sons perish by his side, placed his back to a large granite boulder, which still marks the scene of the conflict. Poising overhead his Mighty Claymore, he stood like a Lion at bay. His Vast stature, his known Strength and Bravery, stood towering above the fray with his long white hair streaming in the wind, and blood streaming down his face. His Huge Sword, which had a remarkable accessory in the shape of an iron ball that slid along the back of the blade to give an additional weight to every cut, was said to chop a man in half. All this combined, made the bravest of the Enemy clan, and everyone else on the battlefield, pause for a moment to watch him; but after a dreadful struggle, in which he slew many of his assailants, the brave Chief finally fell at last, under a score of wounds inflicted by swords and daggers and arrows. All but about twenty of the Brave Clan escaped and took refuge on their isle on Loch Earn.
According to Tradition, the rare Red Lichens, which can be seen even today, still spot the old grey granite boulder in Glen Boultachan and cannot be defaced. The red lichen is believed by the natives to be the encrusted blood of the Brave Chief.

Cheers!!!...to the Souls of Bravery

Beer is good!

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