"was it happenstance"
Yes, I was waiting on the edge of a gloomy woods when a fox arrived (roe deer hunting)
The little fellow was busy with burying a mouse and he didn’t saw me at all (he was against the light)
I shooted him on a small opening through the edge of the wood.
The grass was too dense (and high) and it was a difficult thing to follow the blood and to make matters worse the night began to fall.
I lost the last bloodstain near a field of wheat and worried I decided to call a friend with his blood tracking dog.
“Shanz” the labrador made a good job and after a while found the dead fox in the field of wheat
(109 yards blood)