Anyway,back to business. Yesterday a trail camera picked up a fox at a bait pipe shortly before 8pm. I parked up a couple of hundred yards from my vantage point and kitted up. I wasn’t 100% sure where this one was approaching from but the wind was in my favour. Shortly before 8 I saw Charlie approaching down wind. He paused to clamber through a fence. 80 yard shot and lights out.
I hung around for 10 minutes in case there was a companion. Nothing appeared so I walked back to the’Lux. Moderator off. Magazine stored, rifle in the case and put the tailgate up. A final scan of the fields and there was another fox trotting down a long field. I frantically put everything together while taking the occasional, read frequent, glance at the fox. Ready to go I headed down the track, clambered over a low gate and where had the bu##er gone now ?
I clocked him in the next field but some Harris fencing, 2 stock fences and trees were making a shot difficult.
Patience is a virtue and a necessity in this game.
The fox crossed into a paddock with a cow and young calf in it which queered my pitch a bit. It disappeared into the far end of a wood. Years of watching and shooting generations of fox’s here has given me the knowledge of their routes. I’m wrong sometimes

. I reckoned that he would appear at one of two gates out of the wood. And it would take 7-10 minutes if he didn’t find a tasty morsel on the way. In due course he appeared and I sent him on his merry way.
Picked them up this morning, 2 well grown dog fox’s. A decent stokie to celebrate ! Maybe the boyfriends of last week’s vixens.