I started off this evening with a bit of disappointment. Clocked a fox approaching at 1810. Something, not me, caused it to change its journey and head into a ditch. A rapid, but quiet, relocation let me see it in a stubble field chewing something. Maybe it had heard a starter in the ditch. The long and the short of it was eventually it rose and presented a target. I bloody missed !





This brought my mind back to 2 nights ago when in a windy night I had 3 misses. That sent me home in a foul humour.
A zero check yesterday showed it was the wind or pilot error ,or both. I dealt with 2 of those foxes last night. Both approached from the same directions at virtually the same time.
So having missed one I took up position and the wait began. It was cold, it got colder. I was well wrapped up topside but the lower shanks were starting to feel it.
Then a fox slunk out of a hedge. Had a mosey, went back in and repeated this down the hedge. It kept on advancing towards the stubble field I was overlooking but seemed reluctant to approach closer. It took off out of sight and I was able to spot it some 5-600 yards away. By 9pm I was about ready to throw the towel in. Of course the fox appeared again in that ditch. Again it disappeared, I was now thoroughly frozen and made my way back to my Hilux.
The last glance, how often has that last glance been the downfall of a fox ? There it was a couple of hundred yards away up that hedge. I quickly got into position and waited as it mooched in and out of the hedge approaching me..
Happy ending, a big dog fox.