caught up with a couple of foxes on thursday night.
The first one is the unluckiest fox ever. Calls her in from about 200yds and as I'm coming around to follow her in my bipod slipped off the wall and clattered into an old iron rail on top of the wall, then, I makes a grab for the sticks only to knock them clattering on to the farm yard floor, finally gets stable and by this time mrs fox has heard enough and is making off when she decides to have one more look at the idiot with the boom boom machine when I finally manage to shoot her.
The second one came running to the call and stopped broadside on at about 30yds away, vs a 100gr 243 I guess there was only ever going to be one winner.
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