I got a long awaited call from a Gamekeeper friend this morning. He has been having a problem with a particular fox of late, and I have been offering my services (as you do).
So this is my afternoon, I arrived at the farm at 14:15 and was sent straight away to a high seat over looking a couple of fields. With the following instructions. I want that Fecking fox, failing that a neck shot pricket.
The weather has been very misty and drizzling here this past week and toady was no better. So I set off toward the seat as I make my way through the mist at about 300m I see one of the largest Bucks I have ever seen, we have a strain of fallow here which occasionally throws out a white one, which he was. He was however neither a fox or a pricket. So I had to let him make good his departure in his own good time.
After watching the local wildlife for a couple of hours, the world was starting to merge in to that grey you have, when the end of a misty day.
I was starting to collect my thoughts about leaving, when the pricket started up a slope toward me. With my heart racing, shallow breathing I turned in the seat and waited for him to come out from behind a hedge. As he did he started to feed head down blissfully unaware I was even there.
I sighted on the atlas joint (neck shot only for this keeper) pulled the trigger, and he fell to the spot.
The keeper was happy, as was I, as I have been invited back tomorrow at dark O'clock to get that fecking fox.
Sorry about the picture quality but you get the idea.