This has happened in the south-western part of Germany where I live and have a permission to hunt. The hunting system in our country is some what different from the UK. In most cases the landowners are organized in an association and delegate the wildlife management to the city council. Then the council will rent out the hunting permission through a several years contract to one or more local hunters. And in this particulular case, I am the lucky guy.
That one day in laze October, this chicken farmer called me. A fox had managed to get through the fence and into the henhouse where he got to kill about 30 hens. I promised to look after it right away.
By about 8pm I had placed myself out of the wind, above the chicken run, with the 222 and thermal imager mounted. One fox was already searching the area but too far off for a save shot. Maybe an hour later and with now 3 foxes moving about inside the fence, one got close enough to shoot. The one fox dropped, the 2 others where running off. But obviously with the moderator on the 222 they didn't know where it came from and one ran right towards me. When he stopped he also got the 52grain Hornady bullet. I collected the pray and decided to stalk along the Farm road and look for another fox.
Just when I spotted the next fox, the phone was buzzing in my pocket. The trailcamera had sent a picture, swine at the bait station. They had been there occationally the last days, thats why I had already put the 8x57 in the car when I took off for foxes. So I rushed back to the vehicle, changed moderator and thermal imager and drove the short way into the forrest. I had almost reached the highseat close to the bait station and through the thermal imager I could already dimly see the pigs through the brushwood when the question struck me - have you even loaded the rifle? Slowly, slowly I opened the chamber, holy cow, empty. So I searched through the rucksack, got the case with amunition and carefully loaded one into the magazine and one into the chamber.
By the time I had entered the highseat, about half an hour had past from receiving the first picture. I could see, the larger part of the group was already strolling away from the bait station and disapearing in the brushwood. But one smaller piglet was still busy collecting the maize. It got the 160grains copper bullet and moved no further than 10 meters until it was dead. Firing and reloading is one thing so I was all ready when I heard this twig breaking to my right. There was another pig in this open spot and after firing the second and last round the stage was empty and all quiet.
Back at the vehicle I got the foxterrier out to search for the 2nd pig. It also had a good shot into the chest and only moved some 50 meters. Extracting the beasts was hard work and it was way after midnight until I had finished graloching and the pigs hanging in the garage.
That one day in laze October, this chicken farmer called me. A fox had managed to get through the fence and into the henhouse where he got to kill about 30 hens. I promised to look after it right away.
By about 8pm I had placed myself out of the wind, above the chicken run, with the 222 and thermal imager mounted. One fox was already searching the area but too far off for a save shot. Maybe an hour later and with now 3 foxes moving about inside the fence, one got close enough to shoot. The one fox dropped, the 2 others where running off. But obviously with the moderator on the 222 they didn't know where it came from and one ran right towards me. When he stopped he also got the 52grain Hornady bullet. I collected the pray and decided to stalk along the Farm road and look for another fox.
Just when I spotted the next fox, the phone was buzzing in my pocket. The trailcamera had sent a picture, swine at the bait station. They had been there occationally the last days, thats why I had already put the 8x57 in the car when I took off for foxes. So I rushed back to the vehicle, changed moderator and thermal imager and drove the short way into the forrest. I had almost reached the highseat close to the bait station and through the thermal imager I could already dimly see the pigs through the brushwood when the question struck me - have you even loaded the rifle? Slowly, slowly I opened the chamber, holy cow, empty. So I searched through the rucksack, got the case with amunition and carefully loaded one into the magazine and one into the chamber.
By the time I had entered the highseat, about half an hour had past from receiving the first picture. I could see, the larger part of the group was already strolling away from the bait station and disapearing in the brushwood. But one smaller piglet was still busy collecting the maize. It got the 160grains copper bullet and moved no further than 10 meters until it was dead. Firing and reloading is one thing so I was all ready when I heard this twig breaking to my right. There was another pig in this open spot and after firing the second and last round the stage was empty and all quiet.
Back at the vehicle I got the foxterrier out to search for the 2nd pig. It also had a good shot into the chest and only moved some 50 meters. Extracting the beasts was hard work and it was way after midnight until I had finished graloching and the pigs hanging in the garage.
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