Was out with a friend lampng a few night ago and came across a family of foxes, there appeared to be a mother with 2 or maybe 3 cubs, we were about to knock a few of them off when the lightforce started to play up so we missed our chance. Last night though with a repaired lamp I was out again, I had taken the time to spread some whiskers catfood over all the fence posts near the den and laid a trail of cat food to the other side of the field away from the public canal towpath, I was out of the house just as it was getting dark.
I had covered most of the farm and hadn't seen a single rabbit and due to the totally still windless night I wasn't getting my hopes raised too high. I panned the light over the field were they had been a few nights previously and there wasn't anything to be seen so I walked the perimeter anyway, then just as I left that field I panned the adjoining field and caught sight of a beaming set of eyes staring at me. I got down on the duralyt and turned the lamp on again, on the far side of the field at 160yds was a fox staring at me, she looked for a few moments, walked about 10 yds, stopped and looked again. This second stop was just what I needed, as she turned to look at me again I set the crosshairs on the front of her chest and sent the .22cal 50 grain varminter with my very best regards.
The bag slap report followed very quickly as I saw the beaming eyes arc up and away.
I will be down there again tonight to mop up the cubs, I envisage they will be hungry tonight because the mother was still suckling them, she was another very fit and healthy specimen.
I had covered most of the farm and hadn't seen a single rabbit and due to the totally still windless night I wasn't getting my hopes raised too high. I panned the light over the field were they had been a few nights previously and there wasn't anything to be seen so I walked the perimeter anyway, then just as I left that field I panned the adjoining field and caught sight of a beaming set of eyes staring at me. I got down on the duralyt and turned the lamp on again, on the far side of the field at 160yds was a fox staring at me, she looked for a few moments, walked about 10 yds, stopped and looked again. This second stop was just what I needed, as she turned to look at me again I set the crosshairs on the front of her chest and sent the .22cal 50 grain varminter with my very best regards.
The bag slap report followed very quickly as I saw the beaming eyes arc up and away.
I will be down there again tonight to mop up the cubs, I envisage they will be hungry tonight because the mother was still suckling them, she was another very fit and healthy specimen.
