WEATHER TO HUNT
Oct 16, 2020
3 minutes
AL CORNELL
I wrestled a dead limb from the leaf litter and hurled it at the red fox. They brought $4.75 in bounty, and the pelt was worth a buck. For me, at 15, not much rivaled the dream of taking a fox. He jumped, quickly appraised the situation, and vanished into the pelting sleet storm.
The storm made it happen. Without the noise and motion of the sleet, I would never have gotten that close to the fox. I was less than 12 feet from
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