Trying out a new property…

A mate of mine Glen is in the process of getting his firearms license. He’s waiting for the registry to send his forms back to him. In the meantime he’s been chasing properties and he stumbled across a property owned by his brother in-law which they’ve been having a major issue with foxes. Each night the fox returns and goes for their chicken coop, they watch it on the cameras that they have set up.

On Sunday night we set out for our destination. About 15 minutes from Ballarats CBD. When we get there we are greeted by the owner and he describes the perimeter of where his land is situated. He also continues to tell us where the fox den is located. It’s located in the next door neighbours paddock on the side of a dam bank. We get back in the car and head up to the back of the property. On the corner of the block I set up the ICOtec GC500 and pull back close to 100-150 metres. I turn the car off and start the caller.

We over thought everything and we got there about 8:30 before it was even dark. Half hour had passed and we notice the neighbour coming up his paddock in his ute. No words were exchanged when he had noticed us just a simple wave and he was off. What didn’t help our situation was the next door neighbour drove around the dam before he come to see what we were up to. Another hour had passed and it we were on the verge of calling it quits. We both had work in the morning. I decide to turn the spotlight on and have a quick scan around the paddocks and I notice a pair of fox eyes. I let Glen know that I spotted some eyes and he tries to spot it through the scope. The fox ducks down and continues walking closer to the caller. The eyes pop up again and straight away Glen has got it through the scope. Trying to get a good shot was nearly impossible for him at that stage, before long the fox eventually disappeared.

This hunt was critical. We were so close to houses and there were also houses not too far away that backed onto where we were shooting.
Before we knew it the fox eyes had appeared again. This time I took the rifle and Glen was on the spotlight. A different fox this time come right up to the caller. I was watching the fox through the scope leaning up against the bonnet of my Ford Ranger. Complete silence was around and I pulled the trigger. The loud bang of the .223 echoed around and the eyes of the fox had disappeared. The shot was roughly 150 meters. We took both the spotlight and Howa .223 with us and we set off to find the fox. Both of us had crossed the fence and we started looking in the long grass for the fox. The grass was knee high which didn’t help the situation. Started walking in patches trying to work out where it was when I took the shot. After looking for about 10 minutes we decide to call it quits. It was a Much better idea to come back the next day and look in the daylight.

I returned the following afternoon and stood where the shot was taken. I walked in a straight line to where I thought the fox dropped and BINGO he was just laying there. It goes to show how difficult it is trying to find a fox at night time. Don’t always think you’ve missed if you cant find it that night, always head back in the daylight if your confident you’ve connected with your quarry…

Prostaffer Nick

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