The rangefinding binoculars showed a distance of 536 yards. I glanced to my left to check the faint breeze caressing the longer blades of grass next to me and felt confident that only a slight adjustment would be needed to send the 143-gr Hornady ELD-X bullet across the valley to its target. My Kestrel windmeter had already factored in the other variables that might affect its flight, so I knew I would need to aim around 4½ft above the fox.
The large dog fox stood on the field margin, staring intently into the stubble at a hare feeding unawares a few metres away, giving me the time I needed to dial my scope and tuck the rear bag under the butt of the rifle. I was confident in
