When I was just a young lad.
I was at a pals farm when all of a sudden he came rushing towards me thrusting an over and under in my hand and started to shout about two foxes he had seen.
It was Dusk with a little snow on the ground and a full moon
He had me jump in his 4x4 and gave me two cartriges so it was obvious that i was going to be doing the shooting.
In the exitment he mentioned that they were in the middle of having sex and were tied together, and that we were going to get around the back of them to stop them getting to a cover.
I had spent many many hours pursuing foxes and was very experianced in killing them.
That is to say experianced at killing them with Terriers and Various types of hounds.
My farmer pal was most exited as it was just before christmas and he had already lost an number of fowl.
I could now see the two foxes tied together as he drove like a rally driver straight over the field and straight at them.
I thought he was going to run them over and that would be that and I would have no part to play.
On the safety front I had opened my side window and loaded the gun, just to look the part.
35 yards from them and still tied together he applied the handbrake.
I was now on center stage and I was the man of the moment.
I pulled the trigger and nothing happend the gun failed to go off.
In very agricultural language he explained about the safety catch.
You can tell by now I was not an exprianced shotgun shooter
The only foxes i had shot were using a humane hand gun.
I slipped off the safety and because I understood that shotguns had some spread, I aimed in the middle of them so as to kill both.
Snow shot up into the air and limited our vision, as it settled I expected to see two dead foxes
Unfortunatly I had shot under the foxes who had then become un-tied and disapeared.
There was nothing left for me to shoot at with the second barrel
It still makes me smile today at how exited my pal then became.