I went on another predator hunt with my worthless reproduction Big Ted the 10g today.
I fired two caps on the inserted rammer and then loaded up with 1.5oz #5 in the right barrel and forty count #4 buck shot in the left barrel.
I got into some thick timber and scrubby birch on the edge of some forestry. Sat down in the roots of a larch and started calling with the cold north westerly on my face.
After 40 minutes still nothing had come in so we got up and went rabbit stalking.
Eventually we bumped a rabbit and I shot it as it made for home. When the smoke cleared there was no rabbit! As I moved in it became apparent it had been shot entering its burrow so I unclipped Jess and let her try and dig it out.
It was to deep for her. It was dead I was sure. Jess would come to me whimpering before returning back to the hole. I called her off and we carried on.
As night fell and seeing anything at all got difficult it all went crazy.
From nowhere a fox came bowling onto us from a rise above us
Face and hands covered it wasn't sure what we were but bolted away anyway. I squeaked like a mouse and sure enough it reappeared around 45 yards plus on a small hill, we call them knobs, small hills.
In the failing light I could just see a long shape moving and then stop broadside to me.
I levelled Ted and fired. I heard pellets strike the ground and watched the fox move off but not at full speed!
Jess was going nuts now! She knew!! I slipped her and she was gone.
Nursing planta fasciitis I hobbled my way around the hill. Eventually I could hear Jess getting stuck in!
She had run the wounded fox down and was holding it there. Fox was soon dispatched and my attention was turned to Jess. This little dog had held a big dog fox all on her own for nearly ten minutes. They had run for 300yds.
The 10g did an awesome job. The fox was nearly spent when I got there. It was to dark to do a thorough examination. I need to return and relive the moment. It all happened so quickly.
I fired two caps on the inserted rammer and then loaded up with 1.5oz #5 in the right barrel and forty count #4 buck shot in the left barrel.
I got into some thick timber and scrubby birch on the edge of some forestry. Sat down in the roots of a larch and started calling with the cold north westerly on my face.
After 40 minutes still nothing had come in so we got up and went rabbit stalking.
Eventually we bumped a rabbit and I shot it as it made for home. When the smoke cleared there was no rabbit! As I moved in it became apparent it had been shot entering its burrow so I unclipped Jess and let her try and dig it out.
It was to deep for her. It was dead I was sure. Jess would come to me whimpering before returning back to the hole. I called her off and we carried on.
As night fell and seeing anything at all got difficult it all went crazy.
From nowhere a fox came bowling onto us from a rise above us
Face and hands covered it wasn't sure what we were but bolted away anyway. I squeaked like a mouse and sure enough it reappeared around 45 yards plus on a small hill, we call them knobs, small hills.
In the failing light I could just see a long shape moving and then stop broadside to me.
I levelled Ted and fired. I heard pellets strike the ground and watched the fox move off but not at full speed!
Jess was going nuts now! She knew!! I slipped her and she was gone.
Nursing planta fasciitis I hobbled my way around the hill. Eventually I could hear Jess getting stuck in!
She had run the wounded fox down and was holding it there. Fox was soon dispatched and my attention was turned to Jess. This little dog had held a big dog fox all on her own for nearly ten minutes. They had run for 300yds.
The 10g did an awesome job. The fox was nearly spent when I got there. It was to dark to do a thorough examination. I need to return and relive the moment. It all happened so quickly.
Well done to Jess as well. Give her a belly rub for me. 
