A couple of nights last week I clocked a fox in a field on our boundary. So I made a plan. I pitched up a good 45 minutes prior to my earliest sighting of him. All ready , rifle cobbled together in the tub and a magazine in my pocket. Stepping out I scanned down the field and saw nothing. Rather pleased with myself I walked to the back of the Hilux for rifle and sticks.
Around the back I had a quick scan and booger me there was the fox sitting upright on a wall looking at me or the truck. It was about 90 yards away and “ interested “, not alarmed. I reached in and got the sticks out and then the rifle. Popper the magazine in and loaded a round. Then deployed the sticks. A quick glance showed Charlene as it turned out to be still looking my way.
I should add there is a moderately busy road the other side of the wall and anyway no backstop. So we just waited and waited…….. the fox lost interest and gazed at the passing vehicles, curled up, looked down at the field a couple of times and sat down again.
Eventually it hopped down and I sent her on her way. Dog got his treat.
Tonight was cold ! As I was getting ready to leave I heard a fox barking not too far away. Some much for an early evening

. It was only a short drive to overlook one of my bait pipes. With a nearly full moon I parked in the shadow of a tree and set up. Not too be disappointed after 25 minutes a large dog fox trotted across the field below me heading for the pipe. He paused, I fired. The dog had another bit of fun.
51 for the year. Numbers are way down. It’s usually 80-85 a year nowadays with the benefit of thermal. My other bait pipes haven’t been touched in 3 weeks. Happy New Year and happy foxing for 2026.