Another Fox for the Cascade
Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:04 pm
It was a quite and still autumn afternoon ,so a whistle in amongst the rock piles and boxthorns along the creek was the go.
I snuck quietly in the first patch of cover and backed up against dark bush in the shadows and began to whistle with the penny whistle making loud piercing shrieks and tapering of with sobbing wails and within a couple of minute there was a fox sitting on a big rock about thirty meters away looking in my direction and sniffing the air. No matter how plaintive I made my whistles over the next ten minutes the fox would not budge from off of the rock and come my way and it eventually hopped off and walked away in the opposite direction, obviously not hungry. So it was head down and hot foot it to the next spot that I was sure would have foxes in it. The sun had gone down nearly twenty minutes ago and light was fading fast, so I stood against a tree and began to whistle and sure enough within a couple of minutes I see two foxes coming in quickly from my left. I stopped whistling and the first one appeared at eight meters from the long grass and I drove an arrow into his shoulder tipped with a Grim reaper broad head. The fox bolted in to the thick grass, so I waited five minutes and began to follow it up and found it dead about twenty meters away from where I had shot it. The second fox bolted across the open patch of dirt in front of me and stopped less than six feet from me in confusion to watch its shot companion bolt away, I could have poked it with the end of my bow it was that close. Here is a picture of the fox taken the next day in daylight as it was dark when I found it.
I snuck quietly in the first patch of cover and backed up against dark bush in the shadows and began to whistle with the penny whistle making loud piercing shrieks and tapering of with sobbing wails and within a couple of minute there was a fox sitting on a big rock about thirty meters away looking in my direction and sniffing the air. No matter how plaintive I made my whistles over the next ten minutes the fox would not budge from off of the rock and come my way and it eventually hopped off and walked away in the opposite direction, obviously not hungry. So it was head down and hot foot it to the next spot that I was sure would have foxes in it. The sun had gone down nearly twenty minutes ago and light was fading fast, so I stood against a tree and began to whistle and sure enough within a couple of minutes I see two foxes coming in quickly from my left. I stopped whistling and the first one appeared at eight meters from the long grass and I drove an arrow into his shoulder tipped with a Grim reaper broad head. The fox bolted in to the thick grass, so I waited five minutes and began to follow it up and found it dead about twenty meters away from where I had shot it. The second fox bolted across the open patch of dirt in front of me and stopped less than six feet from me in confusion to watch its shot companion bolt away, I could have poked it with the end of my bow it was that close. Here is a picture of the fox taken the next day in daylight as it was dark when I found it.
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