Lewis, note the Montgomery Bros won Rennes in 1953, well my poor old grandfather ( WULL McCRAE ) missed his opportunity to win the race that year.There were a few pigeon men playing football at the front of the loft that night when my grandfathers fancied pencil blue hen came like a train over the field and onto the loft, it was 9pm.All the fanciers at the loft were very excited as my grandfather ran over and put his hen in with his trapping cane.He entered the loft and couldnt find her????All 5 pigeonmen were in the loft searching for her but to no avail.The air was blue as they searched till it was pitch black and nobody could believe what was happening.Darkness came, along with heavy rain and although everyone was leaving, my grandfather sat in his loft all night with his torch, totally disillusioned and bewildered.It poured from the heavens all night and around 5.55am my grandfather thought he saw something move , out of the corner of his eye.He looked up at a small corner that ran directly off the trap inside the loft.Then he saw it again, a tail flashed out then back in.He put his hand up behind this small neuk and with his heart pumping out his chest felt about.He got hold of his pencil blue hen, with emotions high, he didnt know whether to laugh or cry and I think he did both.He timed the hen and I think she was 21st Open or there about.That pigeon had never went into that tiny corner in its life before and yet decided to do it when returning from the biggest and most prestigious race in Scotland.The following year the same pencil blue hen did the exact same thing, it came at 9.15pm and went behind the trap corner.If this was me , I wouldve probably chucked the pigeon game but my grandfather soldiered on and said it was not meant to be.He was a legend in my eyes and went on to score many times from SNFC nationals.He even returned his clock after timing from the Gold cup race, 550 miles, 40 years in a row.He was a household name in the Glasgow fed.