Shocking hunt!!!!
Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 12:39 am
I'm not really one for posting about my hunting trips as normally I forget to take any pictures but remembered to take a couple so thought I'd have a crack at a hunting story as this one was one to remember. Well it was for me anyway. You judge how you like..
Well tonight I was up at one of my permissions again as the farmer has asked me to sort out some foxes for him. We know there are one vixen and three cubs at least as they were spotted by a mate of mine as he was driving past one evening. Last week I got one of the cubs and last night I got another both with the .22LR. Now we not talking kitten sized cubs here but more of a teenager/juvenile size.
Well tonight I thought I'd take the HMR with me and after a quick zero check I wandered down the field that runs parallel with the field I got last nights cub in. I went further down than last night so as to be downwind of where last nights cub came from. I found myself a nice little vantage point where I could stand and lean against the wall for support and found a nice little moss covered bit of wall to rest and shoot the HMR from.
Ok so I stood and waited and watched for about 20-25 mins in case I'd spooked anything on my walk down and it was just starting to lose a bit of light and I was under the trees which made my position a bit darker too but the open fields were good visibility wise but nothing stirred so I got my squeaker (Acme 504 Rabbit Squeal) out my pocket and put it in my mouth. I cupped my hands against my mouth and gave a few blasts of squeals for about 45 seconds and slowly faded it out as if the bunny was giving up the ghost. I rested for a few minutes then started again. I had just been going about ten seconds when up onto the wall just in front of me jumped this bloody fox. I FECKIN POOPED MY PANTS!!!!!!!!!
I jumped backwards and swore out loud which made me spit out my squealer. The fox must have pooped his pants too cos he spun round on the wall and shot off like a scalded cat along the wall bottom into the rough stuff and just disappeared out of sight. I never had time or composure to grab the rifle instead I just stood there and cracked up laughing then got on my hands and knees to find the squealer.
If you look at the picture below in the top left corner to the right of the tree, if you can zoom in, you can just see the wall in the distance that I was expecting them to come over about 100yds away. Where the red arrow is is the actual spot the bloody thing did appear from. Believe me it was closer than it looks...
After I had composed myself I took a wander and managed to bag a couple of bunnies but forgot to take any pics of those..
Well tonight I was up at one of my permissions again as the farmer has asked me to sort out some foxes for him. We know there are one vixen and three cubs at least as they were spotted by a mate of mine as he was driving past one evening. Last week I got one of the cubs and last night I got another both with the .22LR. Now we not talking kitten sized cubs here but more of a teenager/juvenile size.
Well tonight I thought I'd take the HMR with me and after a quick zero check I wandered down the field that runs parallel with the field I got last nights cub in. I went further down than last night so as to be downwind of where last nights cub came from. I found myself a nice little vantage point where I could stand and lean against the wall for support and found a nice little moss covered bit of wall to rest and shoot the HMR from.
Ok so I stood and waited and watched for about 20-25 mins in case I'd spooked anything on my walk down and it was just starting to lose a bit of light and I was under the trees which made my position a bit darker too but the open fields were good visibility wise but nothing stirred so I got my squeaker (Acme 504 Rabbit Squeal) out my pocket and put it in my mouth. I cupped my hands against my mouth and gave a few blasts of squeals for about 45 seconds and slowly faded it out as if the bunny was giving up the ghost. I rested for a few minutes then started again. I had just been going about ten seconds when up onto the wall just in front of me jumped this bloody fox. I FECKIN POOPED MY PANTS!!!!!!!!!
I jumped backwards and swore out loud which made me spit out my squealer. The fox must have pooped his pants too cos he spun round on the wall and shot off like a scalded cat along the wall bottom into the rough stuff and just disappeared out of sight. I never had time or composure to grab the rifle instead I just stood there and cracked up laughing then got on my hands and knees to find the squealer.
If you look at the picture below in the top left corner to the right of the tree, if you can zoom in, you can just see the wall in the distance that I was expecting them to come over about 100yds away. Where the red arrow is is the actual spot the bloody thing did appear from. Believe me it was closer than it looks...
After I had composed myself I took a wander and managed to bag a couple of bunnies but forgot to take any pics of those..