Foxing
As I drove home the other night, it occurred to me that both the foxes I’d just shot were the result of successful anticipation. The session had come about because a local farmer who runs a pheasant shoot had a problem. He had the last day of the season coming up and a bunch of his mates were going to be the Guns – since some of them had previously invited him to their shoots, he was anxious to return those favours. The issue he faced was twofold: first, there
