Well then - inspired by Smellydog (not often you see those three words in the same sentence) your man set off before 5 (I think!), armed with Axion Thermal, Pard 008, Sirius IR and beloved triple deuce.
Conditions were not good - a lot of moisture in the air and high temperatures - the first doesn't help the Pard and the second doesn't help the thermal but it was still good to be out on God’s Green Earth at a time when most are deep in the arms of Morpheus.
First fields were absolutely sodden, much rain here of late and water simply not getting away so sneaking around was impossible - squelch, squelch, squelch! Another portent of disaster…..
What was really good to see though was the vast numbers of snipe feeding in the mire, the thermal picked them up well and the Pard got me some rather nice footage so already not a wasted trip at all.
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Anyhoo, on I went to the whins hedgerow which being on a slight rise gave me a pretty good view across three or four fields in either direction. Rifle firmly snuggled into B&Q’s finest deluxe quads, Axion on, Pard on standby, rifle loaded with 50gns Vmax over 19gns of Viht N120, cocked and locked - let the fun begin……..
All of 20 seconds later a very obvious heat signature appeared in my probably second scan of the fields - fox-shaped and sitting staring straight at me from halfway across the large field - where the hell did it come from? Anyways the usual pantomime ensued, getting everything smoothly into their right position though not necessarily in the right order and mr fox was in my crosshairs; slight pause to steady
myself the sticks and tighten gently on the trigger - easypeasy! Except the fox clearly was spooked by the IR as he leapt up and ran off at a great rate of knots never to be seen again - bugger!
Said fox in mid-leap - the barsteward!
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Well that was
crap fun, though mildly disappointing thought I, as you do, probably the only chance I will get said the inner me as a wave of utter despair swept over me. Bugger! Bugger! Bugger!
So what to do? On the “where there’s one there
might will be more“ basis my hand squeaking recommenced and then it started to rain - which of course further cheered me up no end. However, just as quickly and only a few minutes later it stopped and two fields away I could clearly see a signature streaking towards my utterly brilliant impression of a rabbit/hare/woodpecker/coyote pups/foxshooter in distress but it disappeared behind the thick hedge between us. Bugger again! Where the hell will it come through, indeed will it even come through? Quick well rehearsed
fumble swivel of quads and the rifle was pointing
earthwards in the general direction as the Axion and I went into overdrive. As it turned out the hedge is thick whins which explains why one minute I could see nothing and the next a fox was in full view, just sitting down my side of the fence - 100yds or so away. Axion released to hang on neck lanyard, Pard on, Sirius on and game on - perfectly centred in the scope - breath bated, gentle squeeze and bang - satisfying whumppp - job done!
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Happy bunny - fox down! Anytime I shoot a fox I wait and call for at least ten minutes before walking in, frequently a second fox (mate) will appear unbothered by the shot and so it was this time too. Spotted again with Axion coming down the same field and through the same place as it’s now ex-friend, slightly spooked by the IR but turned perfectly sideways at just the right time and bang - fox down - number two in the bag!
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