Scanning the stubbles
Most field sports bring a certain time of year that followers of that sport really look forward to. I refer to such times as the start of the pheasant season, the roe rut, the dark lamping nights, spring drillings attracting the pigeons… the list goes on. I have to admit, these notable times seldom live up to expectation, but that’s all part of it.
For foxers, it’s harvest time that is looked forward to with excitement and hope. Actually, I never hold out huge hopes for this time of year – but still, there is something about harvest time that gives me a buzz. The sight of the countryside opening up at last after months of being clothed with crops always gives the impression that there are considerable sporting opportunities just ahead.
Where I have had requests to reduce fox numbers, I always check out the
