Again not out last night - rather down to feed the phezzies this morning and taking the Axion, Semi-auto and beloved triple deuce for a bit of feeder protection and to check zero (ok play about) with the triple.
Needless to say first armed walk was with the Hatstand (thanks Smelly) semi - loaded with 3x 28gms of no.6s to deal with any corvids or pesky squirrels. Turned a corner in the lane near the first feeder and scanned the bank with the thermal - Fox lying up high on the heather-covered peat bank maybe 150m of open ground away ! Damn, damn! Tried calling it but it clocked me right away and slinked off through the waist high old heather. Bugger, bugger, bugger!
Quick 250m dash (well the first twenty yards anyhow) back to the Jimny to swop semi for rifle and as an afterthought gather up the Icotech and remote - cleverly reasoning if it was still nearby it might respond to a different call and I could maybe get a shot.
That was the cunning plan, however it did not quite pan out that way. I came to the 8ft high bank from the opposite direction and about 200m away from last sighting to work into the wind and hide my approach but as I slowly
hyperventilated peeped over the bank with the thermal the fox had moved my way and again clocked me - maybe 100 distant, then yet again dodged into the rank heather - bugger again!
Then began a very frustrating and unparalleled period of “spot the fox ear/ears” - more than once me thinking that it was stalking me rather than vice versa. On at least five occasions I could see one ear or perhaps two with the thermal but always it was nose down and behind thick cover which very frustratingly meant that nothing of it was visible to my eye or through the Pard008p.

On two occasions it re-appeared when I used the Distressed Pheasant call but again only an ear showed with the thermal. Eventually I could see it no more - game over, so muttering darkly I
harrumphed walked across the moss to another location to try calling.
I scanned as I walked and was surprised to see a bird (woodcock ?) getting up maybe 200 yards in front and blow me in the same instant the reason was clear - foxy - again! This time I had far too much cover but it did enable me to close the distance all the while watching the fox through the thermal, mooching about on the scent of the recently departed woodcock. I was pleasantly surprised to get within maybe 70m of the still busy fox but utterly disappointed to find that whilst most of it was visible through the thermal nothing could be seen through the scope as the cover was just too thick. More frustration and a bit of a dance ensued - fox moved, I moved - still no shot; repeat and repeat again for what seemed like ages but in reality maybe 3 or 4 minutes of me spotting through the Axion but not seeing through the scope - then it clocked me - bugger, bugger, bugger!
To get a better view of this now very familiar eejit the fox dipped it’s head which then took form for me through the scope and I swear it squinted to better see me through the heavy cover and in doing so immediately a shot became possible - bang!

No thwack! Damn! Quick look through the Axion and to my utter
surprise delight there was my now familiar nemesis in exactly the same place but for the first time clearly in full view and lying flat on it’s side - dead!
What a result and really just in time - the ground is an ancient peat moss and very heavy going with a number of concealed very deep drains going back centuries which are completely concealed by the rank heather so I was totally knackered and in truth having difficulty holding steady on this very elusive but super-worthy quarry. I know that I gathered my rifle at exactly 11:30 and shot the fox at 13:33 so a full two hours of stalking and being stalked - far too much for this oul eejit!
It turned out to be a beautiful small vixen in a full red coat that would have made Santa proud. As ever my delight was tinged with sadness when I saw her up close - an utterly exquisite creature but sadly living next to the pen sealed her fate, she just had to go….
Now I am back home debating which malt to celebrate with but I know that out of all my very many foxes shot I will remember this fantastic two-way stalk for a very, very long time, I am indeed blessed.

