Out foxing 6.

Out foxing Charlie 6.

  Out Foxing Charlie 6   I have not had much time to write, of late as I have been so tied up with my duties, as the head of a youth organisation called, Pass It on young sports (www.pass-it-on-young-sports.org.uk) So this is the first chance I have had to really put pen to paper as it were. So my apologies to all of you, who have been emailing myself, and the magazine, asking when I am next writing an article. I hope my V-log on You Tube has kept you go for now. Well on with this article, it all started out on a warm cloudy and windy August Saturday. I had arranged a Pass It On Young Sports pigeon and corvid shoot, for a select few Young sports who had shown promise, to become fine Young Countrymen. After some training and kitting them out, in the simply brilliant Jack Pyke Camo, the Young Sports were given the opportunity, to set the day up for themselves, they had to do everything from the recognisance, to working out the flight lines, to choosing the best and safest hide positions. They were taught how to build their own hides in this case it was bale hides as the crop had just been cut and baled, Then they set their own decoy patterns out and started learning how to shoot pigeon and corvid alike over the decoys. 10469222 10203651141472678 735887103914164631 n I will say these young sports, did a brilliant job and shot like true Pass It On Young sports ambassadors. I won’t go into any more detail now as I will be dedicating a whole article to them on this subject coming very soon… Well as I was sat there, teaching the kids how to shoot, that’s when the phone call came in, now I thought as the phone rang and it was another one of my farmer’s son calling me, it was a bit strange? You see if I am needed the farmer calls me, his son very rarely calls me unless it’s an emergency. Like in Out Foxing Charlie 2 when there were foxes attacking the livestock, and could I get my backside there fast before they take any more lambs. I answered the phone, and yes indeed it proved to be an emergency. 3 foxes all attacking the flock all at the same time, and they had lost a lot of stock. The frantic call saying come as fast as you can drop everything we need you now, I calmed him down and told them, I would be up an hour before dusk armed with my trusty, Browning 243 rifle and the Nite Site Wolf. We finished the Young Sports Pigeon Shoot, and well as you would expect they heard my phone call, and pleaded with me to take them with me. That youthful excitement, well how could I say no, well I couldn’t; could I. So I gave their parents a call and said I would give them their tea, and take them with me if they were allowed and well of course they were even their Dad wanted to come. Back home, the Young sports Lashed and stowed the decoying gear, now time to feed and water Brook my Labrador and clean the guns. I like to teach Fieldsports how it really is, none of this plastic nonsense (Training kids but without actually shooting bird’s so kids get used to handling dead birds) The Young sports must learn it all from the ground up, and hard work and Fieldsports and conservation walk hand in hand. So learning how to look after your animals and equipment, is part and parcel of it all before you feed and water yourself. They did it all in record time and scoffed their fish and chips back, faster than a pack of Labrador puppies at feeding time, Hmmmmmmm I think they were a bit excited about coming lamping with the Hedge Creeper don’t you. I loaded up the truck with my rifle, Nite Site Wolf and some new lamps from a company called Cluelite and away to the farm we headed, I could feel the air in the truck was pure electric, as the Young Sports excitement gained, the closer to the farm we got. Upon getting there, the farmer’s son was waiting for us and I could tell he was really quite anxious for us to get out in the lambing fields and start shooting. I asked why he had not called me sooner and he said he had given a couple of others a chance to have a go and all they did was exercise lead and shoot the battery on his electric fencer. Ahhhhhhh so now you have called me back in as I am the only one gets the results? As it turned out his Dad (the farmer) was away for a few weeks, on holiday and a couple of people chucked him a bit of cash to shoot the land. Well I think he learned his lesson, on that score especially when his Dad got back from his holiday and explained in broad West Country, why he only lets me shoot the land ohhhhh I would like to have been a fly on the wall then I telle boys. Enough said on that subject but it just goes to show, why I work so hard to keep my good reputation. Also how it often upsets some of my fellow local shooters, when they can’t get the shooting here as their reputation precedes them, and they try to make up all sorts of nonsense about me. It often amuses me on what and where, I am supposed to have done things… I hear everything usually over a pint with my farmers as we all laugh our heads off with a pint in our fists. The farming community is a small place, and the old saying once bitten twice shy comes to mind and that’s why I have 9000 acres to play with and other shooters don’t. Well back to dealing with the foxes, with the farmer’s son saying he has seen them coming in from the top? Ahhhh I know where they are held up in the old set under the oak tree, on the scrub ground in the back rough area, I say, He looks at me and says. “How the hell do you know that I was about to say there, I saw one sat by that tree?” I laughed and said son, “I have shot this farm since before you were a twinkle in your Daddies’ eye.” In fact the day you were born I took a big dog fox from that very spot with one of you Dads lambs in his chops… So I set up in the bottom paddock by the ole lambing shed now dis-used and falling down, I know this was the best spot for several reasons. The first being that for 300m, in all directions, I had a clear view and a good back stop, of the hill behind it so it was a safe shot. The second was I knew if they were coming, to get some of the farmers livestock, they would have to come right passed me, as I had shot this farm more times than I could count. Nothing beats field craft and knowledge, when out hunting, this is something I impress upon my Young sports and novices I teach. So we sat in the truck, rifle at the ready and the Young Sports being my spotters, with a pair of binoculars apiece. This also gave me a chance to teach them field craft, name the runs, spot rabbits etc. And pass on some teachings as we waited for Ole Charlie Fox or foxes to turn up. As the light started to dim, I said to the Young Sports keep your eyes peeled, won’t be long now as I got that gut feeling Charlie was about. I put the Nite Site Wolf on the rifle and started to scan the field, that was rising up the hill in front of me towards, the scrub ground and that old fox earth under the oak tree. Then all of a sudden there it was Charlie Fox just sat there, looking down the field towards the livestock, licking his lips for a chicken or lamb dinner. Not tonight old boy, your card had been marked and, The Ole Hedge Creeper was the card stamper. I whispered to the Young Sports Charlie Fox Right there 230m away can you see him boys? They strained to see him in the dim light, with the binoculars and then watched the screen of the Nite Site Wolf, as I shouldered the rifle and steadied myself, on the Jack Pyke sand bag on the bonnet of my car. I could hear the Young Sports breath lighten, and their heart beats almost beat from their chests as I took a steady aim. I got nice and firm, but relaxed in my shooting position and squeezed off the shot, as a flash came from the wildcat sound mod in the now darkness. I heard the clear distinct thump of a precision shot, to the foxes engine room as the Young sports excitement, of you got him you got him and fire and flames come from your gun. I told them to calm down, and be quite, as fox number two might be about, as I handed Young Sport Jake a mouse squeaker and said use this let’s see, if we can get fox number two in the bag too. I was not wrong not 5 minutes later a second set of eyes burning brighter than the sun lit up on the Nite Site Wolfs, ultra clear screen. As Young Sport, Tyler said just there, in an excited loud whispered voice shhhhh I know young un I say. I told Jake to give three squeak’s then stop, which he did as we all watched the Screen, of the Nite Site Wolf resting firmly on the Jack Pyke Sand bags on the bonnet of my truck. Yes we’re on, we have him coming in like a steam train, I could feel the young sports excitement building again. Actually he was coming so fast, I had to let out a bark to stop him, as he got to the gate to the paddock. I knew he was only 50 yards away. But too late I already had the cards on him and his card was punched, as I squeezed off another shot, as soon as he stood still. Again the excitement of the young sports could be heard from back in the yard. I scanned the field, and saw two more sets of eyes, there were actually four foxes not two, as farmers son first though. The Very excited young sports, retrieved the foxes for me, and posed with the Nite site Wolf and the dead fox for one pic, then, I took a pic of them retrieving fox number two. As It was getting late and the young sports had enough excitement for one night, I called it a night telling the farmer’s son, I would be back the very next night to deal with the other two Chicken thieving Charlie foxes that were left. On the way home the young sports talk, was of monumentus day in the hide, shooting pigeons and corvids and lamping with The Ole Hedge Creeper. Their parents told me they all fell asleep as soon as their heads, hit the pillow and were talking in their sleep about rabbits bolting, pigeons dropping in and foxes coming to the call. I don’t know we may just have a couple of young sport ambassadors in the making right there eh boys. The next night I returned with 2 of my, fellow shooting club mucker’s, after we had done a rabbit shoot at one of our new horse paddocks, so we had already got a bag full of rabbits before getting to the farm. I set up again near the old lambing shed, but this time closer to the long hedge some 50 yards away, from the night before as this gave me a better view of the foxes, coming from the right. I got the Nite Site Wolf set up and decided to use the Ico Tech 101 predator caller, from my ole mucker Rob Crampton from Best fox Call UK. The reason for this apart from they had seen me shoot their buddies the night before, and that those other shooters had tried calling on their hands (badly) and educating the foxes what a call and being shot at, was the real reason was I wanted to try something out a bit of a test. First I tried the cotton tail call, and almost on cue the first fox came into it and I nailed it, with a perfect shot to the engine room. The other fox as expected took off running. Now he stayed up on the hill just watching well out of a safe shot range. So I switched to the distressed fox call and bowl me over he came right in like a moth to a flame. My theory is this was a dog fox, vixen and cubs and the distressed call brought the fox right back into see why its dad was in distress. That is my theory anyway and I will try that again. I will attach my two videos with this article as well as some pics and you can see me in action on here or over at www.theolehedgecreeper.co.uk     Night Site Wolf www.nitesite.co.uk Best fox Call from Here: And the cluelites I forgot to mention were brilliant as the young sports used them for spotting available from.Here: By The Ole Hedge Creeper AKA Rob Collins