Uncle Ben Returns

Sadly Uncle has been ill. hope fully he has now recovered enough to chase Charles again.


Last night was out in heavy rain, and as I shone my LED headlamp out over the field looking for my dogs, I swung around past the large tree, and saw a pair of eyes shining back at me, too wide apart to be cats, and wrong colour to be my dogs !! FOX went through my mind, as I realized that was a field there were ewes on, so as quickly as I could, got the dogs in, and then got the gun from the cabinet, fitted an IR light to the X-Sight HD 3-14, loaded a magazine, and made my way up to the outside loft, where I deposited the rifle next to the shooting chair, then back down to the kitchen and the bait fridge. Got some chicken carcass, leg bones, and wings, plus the bone cutters, and out to the bait area on the field. Snipped the chicken parts into 1″ long pieces, dropping them in foot holes in the boggy field, so the fox would smell them easily, but have difficulty retrieving them, then quickly back to the kitchen, dropped the cutters in the sink, washed and dried my hands, and made my way back to the loft, where I took my place on the shooting chair, loaded a magazine into the rifle, switched on the X-Sight HD 3-14, then racked the bolt to chamber a REM 22-250 50gr ballistic tipped cartridge, propelled by 38.0gr of Hogdon H380.

By now the sight was up and ready, so switched on the IR, and adjusted it from zoom to flood..
Now I slowly swung the sights over to the bait area, S even though humans can’t see IR light, most animals, including foxes, can see it, and I didn’t want to startle the fox.
There between the sheep wire was the fox, head down, but then it disappeared behind the bank, so I waited.
Finally, it appeared and I laid the sights onto it, but then it turned and lowered it’s head again, so only its shoulders and back were showing above the grassy bank, between the sheep wire. Fair enough, I laid on between its shoulders, just above the edge of the bank, between 2 strands of sheep wire, and squeezed the trigger. A dull thud, and the rifle bucked against my shoulder, and the fox disappeared. I waited a minute, but the fox didn’t re-appear, so made my way down to the field.
There lay a large dog fox its days of taking labs over, and the farmer will be happy, plus I can ring the government wildlife department to collect it in the morning.