What I didn't tell you about yesterday was that I was out early and at half light I spotted a fox running down a fence line that divides two large fields between two wood lots.
The woods on the right are frequented by walkers and their marauding dogs and the wet swampy woodland on the left is only visited by me!
When I got home yesterday I didn't clean the gun. I stuck a prick in the vent and tipped by volume an ounce and one eighth worth of fine powder, a card, another card with some beeswax and oil lube and another card.
With that rammed I dug out my mixed course shot of BB down to #3 and tipped what looked like one and a half ounce.
The home chipped flint felt nice and sharp.
I got to the scene just as the crows were stirring and wondered if I was going to be late! I walked my trail through the wood quickly trying to not bust any sticks!
I got there not able to see 40yds. I stood next to a tree just in the timberline and waited with Jess beside me.
We had not been there more than 15 minutes when not down the fence line I was looking up but from the left in the field just the other side of the ditch in the now half light came trotting a fair sized dog fox.
I muttered "oi"...didn't hear me, I shouted "oi" and it stopped but most it's chest is shielded by a tree now! I moved the gun onto its neck and touched it off.
The flash was blinding and I remember seeing an illuminated card falling close by!
I knew it was down because the terrier in Jess was giving voice! After the shot she was there nearly as quick as the shot! She has a thing for fox's too!
Distance was something like 12yards.
A fox these days can rightfully not expect to meet its demise via a tiny piece of flint but this one did!
I was ready to cut this gun up yesterday!
Today it done good.
This is on a sheep farm and lambing has started. There is no close season for fox in the UK.
B.
The woods on the right are frequented by walkers and their marauding dogs and the wet swampy woodland on the left is only visited by me!
When I got home yesterday I didn't clean the gun. I stuck a prick in the vent and tipped by volume an ounce and one eighth worth of fine powder, a card, another card with some beeswax and oil lube and another card.
With that rammed I dug out my mixed course shot of BB down to #3 and tipped what looked like one and a half ounce.
The home chipped flint felt nice and sharp.
I got to the scene just as the crows were stirring and wondered if I was going to be late! I walked my trail through the wood quickly trying to not bust any sticks!
I got there not able to see 40yds. I stood next to a tree just in the timberline and waited with Jess beside me.
We had not been there more than 15 minutes when not down the fence line I was looking up but from the left in the field just the other side of the ditch in the now half light came trotting a fair sized dog fox.
I muttered "oi"...didn't hear me, I shouted "oi" and it stopped but most it's chest is shielded by a tree now! I moved the gun onto its neck and touched it off.
The flash was blinding and I remember seeing an illuminated card falling close by!
I knew it was down because the terrier in Jess was giving voice! After the shot she was there nearly as quick as the shot! She has a thing for fox's too!
Distance was something like 12yards.
A fox these days can rightfully not expect to meet its demise via a tiny piece of flint but this one did!
I was ready to cut this gun up yesterday!
Today it done good.
This is on a sheep farm and lambing has started. There is no close season for fox in the UK.
B.