Nice one SD - nearly a “fix bayonets” job - hopefully the nemesis is an ex-fox.
I went out at 6am to try for one I have “rested“ for a couple of weeks after spooking him when he
scared the surprised me at 30 yards. Dreary old morning but no rain yet…. Set up on sticks, turned everything on, checked Pard focus (why is it different with IR?), gave two squeaks and a bloody great owl nearly took my cap off! I swear it was going to land on my head right up to the last minute - no sound just a rather large shadow with wings fully stretched a few inches from my head - another scare for FB - big jessie…..
Anyhoo, gathered myself and squeaked for a few moments scanning frequently with the Pulsar Thermal as this is a very small field and you don’t get much warning if a fox comes in, and with the last few degrees of my scan the damn fox was in the field tight against my hedgerow maybe only 30 yards away and staring straight at me bugger, bugger, bugger - busted again and I knew it! By the time I had lifted and swung the sticks and rifle it had gone - likely never to return. So it looks like plan B - cat food placed regularly and a trailcam.
Only bright bit was the lady farmer gave me a dozen of her finest and as of just now only ten are left. They really do taste soooo much better than shop bought and the shells are like granite.
Happy Foxyboy - sorta….
