I was out for "nine holes" last night, my euphemism for slotting bunnies on a local course.
Strangely all the bunnies seem to congregate on the same side of the course which means I have to walk round the edge and then back to the club house to stay downwind.
I had been zig zagging around knocking off the odd one here and there, had left a small pile in the middle of the fairway in range and shot another one closer to the club house.
Just popping back to get the ones I had shot and left in a pile I thought I would get the last one near the club house on the way back to the car.
As I was walking back up towards the car park lights I saw something streak away right to left from where I had left my last rabbit!
Quick look through the Aldi special NV monocular and sure enough it was a fox going like the clappers onto the ajoining fairway. I couldn't see anything in its mouth but when I looked back up the fairway I was on my last rabbit had gone. Baaaaastard! (or BaaaastardS as I later found!)
Quick scan with the NV back to my left and behind and I saw the fox now crossing the fairway I was standing on having gone almost full circle around me.
Right you sod, no-one nicks my rabbits. I dropped the rabbits and turned to face him and I attempted to "squeak him in"!
Wearing gloves, holding an NV in one hand and sticks in the other I went for the "lips only" method, .....self taught...last night!
Unfortunately what come out was the cross between a fart and a trumpet. Desperately trying to purse my lips and get anything remotely "squeaky" out, I settled on what I could be described as "constipated rabbit humping a slightly flat balloon"!
To my utter amazement the fox stopped dead in his track at about 200yds, then to my even further surprise came straight for me with me now fully up wind of him and standing in the middle of the fairway, back lit by the car park and club house lights! Only thing I think saved me was the fact that I had a handful of dead rabbits at my feet.
Still coming in like a train I didnt think I would have time to get the sticks up let alone the rifle!
Finally got the rifle up and pointed to where the fox was last seen through the NV, quick scan and he was gone! clearly not as stupid as I first thought.
One more "squeak" for luck to double check and he re-appeared from behind the only tree at about 50 yds out.
Picked him up with the red filtered lamp and he was still coming at me! Was wondering now if this was some kind of rabid man-eating fox who actually viewed me as prey!
My last squeak attempt sounded worse than the first and obviously confused him enough to stop him before he became so close that I would have had to club him with the butt of the rifle stock.
He stood still for the last time as I heard the satisfying "pop" as the bullet struck.
not a bad hour spent "golfing"
5 for 5 but with one bunny "MIA"
Shame the game dealer doesn't pay for big, red, smelly, long tailed, pointy nosed rabbits!