Out last night.

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Was out last nite - just!
First stop was the hillside I have shot thirty something on this year but not seeing much the last visits. Stepped into farm lane from the yard and a fox busted me from 30 yards away - took off like a scalded cat. Bugger!
Walked 200 yards up the lane still muttering to myself and started the wee caller, nothing seen so walked a further 100 yards and resumed with the wee caller - way off in the distance I swore I saw a flicker of a heat signature through the thick hedge but it faded out. So another few minutes of calling and a clear signature was coming down the fenceline - obviously responding to the call…
Stopped it with the usual rather fetching grunt and took the shot; it dropped so great result. Then the screeching started and the bloody thing got up and ran off - still screeching. Lost sight of it in the Zulus as the IRvbounceback from the hedge blinded me but a quick look through the Pulsar showed a very quiet and still signature maybe 15 yards from the strike.

This fella took a seriously hard hit from the sainted triple deuce and 50 gns of Hornady Vmax trundling along at just south of 3,000 fps which later showed that it traversed itband on the way out pretty much removed the shoulder but it still had a “death run” and sufficient breath/strength to make the sustained screeching! Never seen or heard anything like it but pleased that it didn’t go far or suffer too long.
Retrieved the dog and placed it on the lane for collection tomorrow and started down the lane homeward. Dunno why but I did a quick pan with the thermal and blow me another fox was in the same field that I had just walked halfway across and pulled the dead fox from - It surely must have been watching me and certainly heard the banshee-like wailing…
A very quick mount on B&Q’s finest and a grunt to stop her and down she went - as easy as that!

The Pulsar Thermal and the Zulus make a potent combination - add in the triple deuce and it just gets a bit silly….
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d4nny1975 said:
My pic rail on my Sako s-20 came straight of my rifle , lucky I caught the sphur and scope !
It does happen , it was all torqued up to spec , I don't notice it a getting loose ! Nothing a drop of thread lock would sort ! But when your scopes over a grand it's **** stains in the pants time
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Agreed and it was well over a grand, still all good now 🤞
 
jall55 said:
And on recovery this morning it was a dog fox - not a vixen ! Just fancies a crouch to take a pee like a girl !
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If that was a shooting man he would own a Creedmoor :lol:

I shot a fox about 4 years ago in mating season and it was screeching its head off..I would have put £100 on it being a vixen but it was a dog...couldnt believe it ...maybe it identified as a vixen :lol:
 
Well I was about to line up on my #60 and from the side my thick little bastard mini lurcher enters the scene working the scent of the fox, she gets close and the fox starts to fool around with her! 🙄 Eventually the thick mutt loses the fox as it slinks off but she carries on with her pursuit onto the next farm for 1/2 a bloody hour!!
I had the pleasure of watching this from 200 plus yards. I contemplated shooting the thick mutt but said nothing on her return... Frankly I'm amazed for her age how she kept working for 1/2 hour and on her return was barely breathing heavy! Little bugger 🙄 .
 
Smellydog said:
Well I was about to line up on my #60 and from the side my thick little bastard mini lurcher enters the scene working the scent of the fox, she gets close and the fox starts to fool around with her! 🙄 Eventually the thick mutt loses the fox as it slinks off but she carries on with her pursuit onto the next farm for 1/2 a bloody hour!!
I had the pleasure of watching this from 200 plus yards. I contemplated shooting the thick mutt but said nothing on her return... Frankly I'm amazed for her age how she kept working for 1/2 hour and on her return was barely breathing heavy! Little bugger 🙄 .
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Rascal indeed Smelly but blessed to have her.
Sitting reading SD at 23:00 eating cheese and biscuits accompanied by the sainted Lady FB’s chilli jam (WOW!) and an obligatory accompanying Rioja after another good night at the foxes. Will post later, perhaps….
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No 36 for me last night. Wind in the wrong direction so a mile walk to the other end of the farm then headed back. Lots of stopping, calling, wind swirling and 3 hours later...shot a bloody fox off the top of the pickup where I originally parked :lol:

130 yard chest shot, dog fox.

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Last night was too busy eating very late night cheese and biscuits washed down with a glass of Rioja to post these. Anyhoo, Lady FB is away again so guess how my nights are spent?
Out about 8 o’clock for a mooch round a couple of different farms from the night before where I had shot a nice pair - very different area compared to the marshy hill - this is sheepville with open fields ending abruptly with 200 feet cliffs dropping down to the Irish Sea. Some of these are heavily overgrown where they are not so steep and it is perfect cover for our foxy friends. The farmer has always lost lambs here so 365 control is de rigeur and is definitely showing results - happy farmer….
It was a very humid and still night and the ultra bright moon was popping in and out of the clouds so difficult conditions for concealment - at times I could see the grass as green! Started off by backing into the hedge, setting up on the B&Qs and switched on the mini-marvel caller; after 15 minutes I got bored and as I had picked up a far-off badger in the thermal I started to play with the Zulus. A short clip of what I videoed is below.

This was at 300 plus on a poor night for visibility and on the second (out of 5 or 6) IR setting and on base 5x - any wonder I am such a fan? Anyway back to foxes..
Badger documentary complete I moved a field further on and again set off the wee caller, within moments a very clear heat signature showed several fields away but slowly coming my direction - a quick peep through the Zulus confirmed it as a fox. Eventually the fox came to the last fence maybe 160 off but made no effort to come through rather it “patrolled” up and down for some time. The reason became clear..

Soooo Stumpy either wouldn’t or perhaps couldn’t get over the fence but eventually found a way through and was now definitely committed. Now the more observant of you will note that your hero was behind a hedge and pretty much standing on his tippy toes to see over it. As yer man closed it became more a case of seeing through said hedge which of course presents a certain phenomenon of IR “bounce” from anything in the way - in this case a sodding hedge and pretty much blinding the shooter i.e. me! To complicate matters ol’ Stumpy was also clearly deaf (pause for SD collective sigh) as he wouldn’t stop coming which in turn from my viewpoint put him deeper in the obscuring hedge - don’t worry dear friends - all will become clear (see wot I did there) soon. Sooooo the strangely dark midway part of this clip is old Foxyboy lifting rifle and extended sticks as one and trying to find a new gap in the offending hedge.
Stumpy clearly heard my delicate manoeuvring or more likely the accompanying expletives as the next time I found him he was hobbling off at what for him was speed but bear with lads, happy ending coming up…

Phew!
Shot another one later but that is another even longer tail tale….
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PS I dropped the empty case in the grass so off with the metal detector just now…
Wot? Wot?
 
Foxyboy43 said:
Last night was too busy eating very late night cheese and biscuits washed down with a glass of Rioja to post these. Anyhoo, Lady FB is away again so guess how my nights are spent?
Out about 8 o’clock for a mooch round a couple of different farms from the night before where I had shot a nice pair - very different area compared to the marshy hill - this is sheepville with open fields ending abruptly with 200 feet cliffs dropping down to the Irish Sea. Some of these are heavily overgrown where they are not so steep and it is perfect cover for our foxy friends. The farmer has always lost lambs here so 365 control is de rigeur and is definitely showing results - happy farmer….
It was a very humid and still night and the ultra bright moon was popping in and out of the clouds so difficult conditions for concealment - at times I could see the grass as green! Started off by backing into the hedge, setting up on the B&Qs and switched on the mini-marvel caller; after 15 minutes I got bored and as I had picked up a far-off badger in the thermal I started to play with the Zulus. A short clip of what I videoed is below.

This was at 300 plus on a poor night for visibility and on the second (out of 5 or 6) IR setting and on base 5x - any wonder I am such a fan? Anyway back to foxes..
Badger documentary complete I moved a field further on and again set off the wee caller, within moments a very clear heat signature showed several fields away but slowly coming my direction - a quick peep through the Zulus confirmed it as a fox. Eventually the fox came to the last fence maybe 160 off but made no effort to come through rather it “patrolled” up and down for some time. The reason became clear..

Soooo Stumpy either wouldn’t or perhaps couldn’t get over the fence but eventually found a way through and was now definitely committed. Now the more observant of you will note that your hero was behind a hedge and pretty much standing on his tippy toes to see over it. As yer man closed it became more a case of seeing through said hedge which of course presents a certain phenomenon of IR “bounce” from anything in the way - in this case a sodding hedge and pretty much blinding the shooter i.e. me! To complicate matters ol’ Stumpy was also clearly deaf (pause for SD collective sigh) as he wouldn’t stop coming which in turn from my viewpoint put him deeper in the obscuring hedge - don’t worry dear friends - all will become clear (see wot I did there) soon. Sooooo the strangely dark midway part of this clip is old Foxyboy lifting rifle and extended sticks as one and trying to find a new gap in the offending hedge.
Stumpy clearly heard my delicate manoeuvring or more likely the accompanying expletives as the next time I found him he was hobbling off at what for him was speed but bear with lads, happy ending coming up…

Phew!
Shot another one later but that is another even longer tail tale….
🦊🦊
PS I dropped the empty case in the grass so off with the metal detector just now…
Wot? Wot?
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Update to earlier post….
Playing golf at 11 so plenty of time to find the brass. I even took the dog to the scene of lost brass (.222 so priceless) and turned on the metal detector…..
Loud whining noise ensued (detector not the dog) and no matter what setting it was on nothing changed. Bugger - fingertip search….
So your hero is on his hands and knees fully engaged in his search when from nowhere came “What on earth are you doing?”.
It was only the farmer and his rather attractive wife both of whom were failing to conceal their laughter at this eejit on all fours with his arse in the air - well I didn’t think I needed to bring my glasses…
After detailed explanation broken only by knowing grins between the couple they very kindly offered to help with the search so now we had three eejits with said arses in the air, one of which made it very difficult to concentrate, but I digress….
Long story short, your hero only found it and I confess was tempted to conceal the fact just to prolong the pleasure scenery alluded to immediately above. However there is only so much an oul fella can take so that was that. Only it wasn’t as Rua the labrador - obviously tired of leading the search, had decided to find the biggest, wettest, smelliest pile of sheep doodah and then roll in it; as a finale and not peculiar to labs she dropped each front shoulder in turn and skidded through the now crustless streaked pile. My how I laughed, hah, hah, hah….
Sooo muttering darkly I quickly bade my farewells and left farmer and his mrs both draped over the gate - either laughing or being sick from too much laughing I know not. Christ! Time is running on so dashed back to car, boarded dog then nearly threw up at the smell which by now filled the car. Suffering Jesus! No towel, no nearby water and no hope….
The six mile run home was err… bracing and had the rather undesired result of kinda caking the sheep mess in a rather strangely attractive dog-shaped two-tone pattern. Nothing for it but straight to the beach, throw dummy in and send dog out. Repeat as required - which was a lot…
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And that is why I was late for my golf. Bugger!
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