Perfect morning for a spot of fox calling says old K to himself as he setup in a handy ambush point overlooking a sunlit woodland floor or felled timber. In fact so comfortable and stable was his setup only a bench and bags could improve things he mused as the first cries of pain from the Nordik Predator call broke the silence. Five minutes later and just as he raised the call for the third time a slight movement to the left caught his eye. The faintest whimper on the call stopped the well fed dog fox no more than 40 yards away as K’s head dropped to the stock and pushed forward the Jewel trigger’s safety. The honey-coloured fox loomed unnecessarily large at 12 power but the crosshairs sat where they needed to and with the clarity of crystal. BOOM!
As the K 250 echoed around the Greensand Ridge K watched in disbelief as the fox gave it leg bail into the next County! What the .... ??
K looked for a suitable fallen log and backstop to check the rifle’s zero so sure was he that both hold and let off had been perfect. Then, as he glassed the spot where the fox had stood for signs of fur or disturbed ground he noticed, not more than 7 yards away, a vertical 1" dead branch with a wee bit missing!
What a Muppet!