In those days all able-bodied in the community were well versed in handling a stick and a sword and Findlay carried excellent credentials in this area. He once visited Dundee which was a major event of his life. Walking down one of the narrow streets there he came across a man who was beating a drum slowly and making a proclamation. He was being followed by a large crowd of people and Findlay, naturally curious, asked a merchant standing in the street what all the commotion was about. He was then advised that the man with the drum was a bully who had taken up residence in the town. The bully had decided to live at the town’s expense until the local people could find a man who would fight him.
Findlay mulled this over and then said that if the bully came to Balmuick he could supply a plentiful supply of men who could fulfill this task. He then volunteered his own services to take on the bully if the town authorities would allow it. The merchant replied that they would be only too pleased to offer his services through the proper channels. This was accomplished and the bully was duly informed and accepted Findlay as the town representative. Preparations were immediately started and swords were chosen as the means of combat. A platform was erected and a great crowd assembled to witness the battle. When Findlay and the bully had taken their places in opposing corners the bully asked the crowd if they would like to see some practice with the sword or should he just cut the upstart down. The crowd replied that they would like to see some foreplay before the bloodletting really began. Swords clashed and the bully put on a good show with Findlay fighting very guardedly and parrying the strokes made by his opponent but at the same time awaiting his chance. When it occurred he moved with rapier speed and drove his sword through the bully’s chest thereby ending the fight. The crowd went wild with delight raising both a cheer and Findlay on to their shoulders and carried him to a nearby hotel where he was toasted by the grateful citizens. He was later publicly thanked by the city fathers for his work and thereafter returned to Glen Lednock where he recounted his tale to his kith and kin and anyone else that would listen!
On a later occasion he had an awful fight with a whin bush and when he returned home his hands and face were well scratched and his clothes ripped. The next day his skein dhu was found sticking in the bush!
At another time after a merry time in the village, he was following his path towards Coneyhill and was greeted by a stranger, a packman, who asked Findlay if he knew the village and its people well. Findlay replied that he knew them both well and offered to accompany the stranger into the village. The stranger thanked him and Findlay took him straight to Elder Ferguson’s hostelry where he arranged for the packman to have a room all to himself. He then summoned all the leading tailors in the village telling them that there was a cloth merchant in the hotel and that they would be able to buy a splendid assortment of cloth at bargain prices. Several local tailors took up the chance and the packman did a roaring trade and, as he had been so successful, invited the throng to join him in a libation. After several libations one of the tailors, John Gow, a bit of a wag himself, regaled the stranger with tales of Findlay and his prowess with a sword mentioning that it was indeed fortunate that he had met him. He suggested that if the stranger was agreeable he would ask Findlay to split an apple which would be placed on the stranger’s head with but one stroke of the blade and, “as the drink was in and the man oot,” the stranger agreed.
A search was made on the premises but neither sword nor apple could be found so instead it was suggested that they use a potato and a staff which, the packman was assured, would prove just as adequate. After a bit of fiddling around the potato was placed on the packman’s head and Findlay, no doubt, feeling little pain at this time, took hold of the staff and with one or two practice strokes to impress the crowd brought the staff mightily down on the apple, but at the same time concussing the packman. Gow immediately reached over to the gill stoup and poured the contents over the man’s head and when he had recovered explained that owing to the staff being round it had slipped off the tattie, but also added that if it had been the sword it would have gone right through the potato and his skull. Weakly the stranger agreed that it was bad enough as it was and, aye, yes, perhaps it was better to have been the staff rather than the sword!
