Foxyboy43
Well-Known Member
Well my usual 4 a.m. awakening came even earlier this morning - about 3 a.m. actually, probably because I retired to my bed at 9:30 last night after the first day of cleaning Chez FB - pending the return of you-know-who on Wednesday. Yes I know - I have all day today and tomorrow to get the major refurbishment light dusting done to the point where it will only take Mrs FB another two days hard work to bring it up to the state she left it in only two glorious weeks all those long lonesome hours ago but busy days chaps…..
Quick look out the window - looks dry so a chance to get that one remaining fox that is still being seen around the lambing fields - the same fields I shot 5 in recently. Sooo a long and difficult mental debate ensued - cleaning or foxing?
All of two minutes later I was trundling along in the Jimny (quite apposite really- Jimnys do trundle) certain that number 6 was doomed, I had the sainted triple deuce with the Pard 008P, my Sirius, thermal spotter and 10 rounds of 50gns Vmax over my own recipe of Viht 120 - how could I fail? That bushy-tailed boyo was dead meat, an ex-fox. Period!
Then it rained… Then it poured…… Then I turned back.
It was only as I was removing the gear from my neck and sundry items from the jeep back home that I discovered said neck was devoid of anything thermal-shaped to remove, indeed nothing adorned my neck at all. Eejit - it was still in the man-cave. Soooo another great opportunity to either start cleaning or head in the opposite direction where I could see it wasn’t now raining. Round 2 of long and difficult mental debate ensued….
Sooo two minutes later I was trundling…………
Of fox I saw nothing, of sheep I saw hundreds, of Greyback Crows I saw one - sitting atop a 40 feet tree looking down at the lambs and making a hell of a din. In this part of the world these boys have a long history of attacking lambs as they part emerge from the ewe and taking the tongue and or eyes out before the lamb even drops so they are high on the wanted list.
The rascal was about 170 yds away atop a tree which was on the edge of a 250 feet cliff with a backstop of only 26 miles of completely empty open Irish Sea but gosh, an unlucky shot could break a whiskey bottle in Jura only 40 miles away - so what would on earth would you do chaps?
Anyhoo, let us draw a discreet veil over what happened next….
So apart from the, ahem, opportunity, to nail a greyback , the morning was indeed a waste. Just sitting there taking absolutely nothing in with nothing to see but sheep, gorse-filled fields and the empty sea. Dunno why I bother really - clearly I would have been much better tackling the midden that is Chez Nous. Armed with that experience I will of course think much longer and hardertomorrow morning next time…
Let cleaning commence!
Quick look out the window - looks dry so a chance to get that one remaining fox that is still being seen around the lambing fields - the same fields I shot 5 in recently. Sooo a long and difficult mental debate ensued - cleaning or foxing?
All of two minutes later I was trundling along in the Jimny (quite apposite really- Jimnys do trundle) certain that number 6 was doomed, I had the sainted triple deuce with the Pard 008P, my Sirius, thermal spotter and 10 rounds of 50gns Vmax over my own recipe of Viht 120 - how could I fail? That bushy-tailed boyo was dead meat, an ex-fox. Period!
Then it rained… Then it poured…… Then I turned back.
It was only as I was removing the gear from my neck and sundry items from the jeep back home that I discovered said neck was devoid of anything thermal-shaped to remove, indeed nothing adorned my neck at all. Eejit - it was still in the man-cave. Soooo another great opportunity to either start cleaning or head in the opposite direction where I could see it wasn’t now raining. Round 2 of long and difficult mental debate ensued….
Sooo two minutes later I was trundling…………
Of fox I saw nothing, of sheep I saw hundreds, of Greyback Crows I saw one - sitting atop a 40 feet tree looking down at the lambs and making a hell of a din. In this part of the world these boys have a long history of attacking lambs as they part emerge from the ewe and taking the tongue and or eyes out before the lamb even drops so they are high on the wanted list.
The rascal was about 170 yds away atop a tree which was on the edge of a 250 feet cliff with a backstop of only 26 miles of completely empty open Irish Sea but gosh, an unlucky shot could break a whiskey bottle in Jura only 40 miles away - so what would on earth would you do chaps?
Anyhoo, let us draw a discreet veil over what happened next….
So apart from the, ahem, opportunity, to nail a greyback , the morning was indeed a waste. Just sitting there taking absolutely nothing in with nothing to see but sheep, gorse-filled fields and the empty sea. Dunno why I bother really - clearly I would have been much better tackling the midden that is Chez Nous. Armed with that experience I will of course think much longer and harder
Let cleaning commence!
