Crrrraaaakkkkkkkk.....................!

johngalway

"Ringring...ringring...."

".....where are you?"

"Huh, I'm home?"

"he's in jimmys now.... i'm looking right at him"

:eek: "I'm on my way"

"be quick, and be quiet"

"Click".

Great, now all I have to do is get the hunting wardrobe on, gun, bolt & ammo out of safe, connect battery, find water proofs, put all together and make it to the car without falling down the stairs :pac:

Two miles later...

"I just seen him, down in that sh1thole of a field", accurate description given it's basically a wet hole filled with furze, rushes, reeds, bracken, deep drains, and pretty much most other crap you can think of. Every year without fail we lose track of foxes in that place.

Rifle out of the car, backpack on, and down we go through the gate onto the rocky, furze covered hillocks. We lamp around a bit and see a whole lot of nothing. Caller on and a pair of golden eyes pop up behind a wall and start running towards us :eek:

Where the .... to lie down with this gun Pick a spot I'm only vaguely hopeful of and stamp down on some high grass to get it out of the way.

Fox in scope, "Raff!Raff!Raffff!", "Stop you sonofa...", PSSSHHH-T

That all happened quite quickly. I didn't think the fox was going to stop running, which can be a disadvantage of a running caller in bad ground. Ten more yards and she'd have been out of sight in the furze under the hillocks, wouldn't have been good as she could have popped up anywhere at all around us.

Lamped around another bit, John wasn't at all convinced that fox was the one gave him a tour of the area last night, thought it should be a lot darker in colour. Seen something far off down near the beach and we went to investigate.

After a bit John got called away. I decided to head off home too via our fox. Just one bit of bother, even though it's very local I don't usually bother with this bit of land. "The big drain is awful hard to cross." "Words, famous, last" - rearrange please :rolleyes:

Of course I manage to get on the wrong side of the damn thing. Ankle deep in water in the bottom of the field looking for a quarter decent place to cross. I find it at a bend in the drain.

Easing one foot lower into it the bank starts slipping away, ah, back up here a second for a think. Few feet down stream is decent for my side, not great on the other side but there's a few fence stakes clear on the far side I can grab onto...

Jump.

Grab.

Crrrraaaaakkkk.............. :eek:

"Backwards, why am I going backwards........"

You know what goes inside this :mad: "................................. rotten stake!!!"

Anyway, with one wellie now waterlogged I find my vixen in a heap where she got shot. Nice fox, youngish. I think something under 150 yards, never ranged it as it started tanking it down with rain and I abandoned ship directly after the photo shoot.

Glensman

Nice going John!
I got one myself tonight as well. I'll throw up a photo along with a much less interesting write up tomorrow!

Tackleberrywho

A fine fox

I love Paint resize squeue

Cass

Heh, heh, heh.

Was reading the title and although i didn't know how it was going to happen i knew water and getting wet was going to be in there somewhere.

First thing that sprung to mind was standing on frozen water, going through it, and going to the knackers in it.

Still, nice shooting. :cool:

garv123

always a great read when you see you posted the thread:p
the running bit reminds me of when i first went shooting:o

when i first went out shooting with the lad i usually head out with and i was new to finding out about calling foxes and that. so myself and the lad i was with spotted a fox and he told me get down whilst he called it. anyway here comes the fox from about 200 yards. and stays coming, still comming and us lying on a lil crap bank seperating two fields. we both watched and watched as he came within 50 yards still running straight at us. then he goes to take the shot and looks in the scope and realises its at full zoom and can only see a blur its so close so by the time he stops and fiddles with it the fox is 5 yards away.( me crapping myself at this stage been young new to it):o in the end he just pointed at him and squeezed the trigger. and bang down goes mr fox and tumbles and lands within 5 feet of us. .22mag threw his head.

seen as it was my first time seen a fox been called it looked like someone calling their dog when they came home from been on holidays. i couldnt believe it. he ran from 200 yards and didnt even stop to take a look. he got so close we could hear him panting. i think ive a picture of him somewhere i must dig him out. after that i used to think fox shooting was almost cruel because they were so stupid but oh how i learned fast