More than one way to hunt a fox
The powerful beam of the spotlight pierced the cloud of dust that enveloped the 4x4 after Blake brought it to a standstill on my request. Swinging the arc of the light back along the stand of phalaris grass, I said quietly to Blake, “I am pretty sure I spotted the eyes of one just in front of the phalaris.”
I HAD, and I spotted them again.
“There it is, just sitting there. Can you see it?”
“Sure can,” he said, quietly feeding a round into the .22-250.
“Just hold off for a second, I will try to bring it in a bit closer with the call. It might have a mate travelling with it.”
I gave a crank or two on the Scotch Predator call and got an instant reaction; actually, I had two, for another unseen fox was sitting just inside the phalaris. Both foxes were quick off the mark and within seconds a 200-metre shot became an easy 100-metre shot. Blake was quick to take advantage of the situation.
