Finally, after twenty four years of hunting, I got a fox.
I go out for the evening hunt to a tree that I shot a coyote last year, but did not find him. So I'm looking for a doe to get my earn a buck sticker.....shot a buck in the morningand used my last buck tag. (postedw\ pic on scorecard).
A doe and two fawns almost come close enough, but can't get a shot. So it's getting close to prime time, and I see some movement down the highline cut. About 100 yards, I put the binos up and there are two foxes jumping around. Well I don't see foxes very often, and have never had the chance to shoot one.So I think it's cool to watch them playing around, then they start coming my way. The first one runs by my tree, I can't get a shot. Here comes the second one, he gets in my lane and I make a squeaking sound. Perfect, he stops I let fly, right under him. He takes off running into the woods, right by my tree. WOW, I blew that! Then I hear the first one coming back, I pull back, he walks in a shooting lane that is only 10 yards. Again I make a squeak, he stops and I smack him right in the back. Drops on the spot. Twenty four years and I never got one shot, then on one night I get two......Unbelievable!