While still hunting I'm putting the stalk on 2 does. Between me and the does is a fox that looks like he's stalking the does too. The does wind me and blow, they take off and I step on a twig ... "Snap".
At the sound the fox turns and comes right for me. While a tree is briefly between us I draw ... he steps out and I take the shot.
He looks like he turns inside-out and he's gone. And I mean gone.
I can't believe he's disappeared that quick. There's good blood on the arrow and I spend the next 2 hours looking for blood (or the fox) and not a drop.
I went back to the site of the shot and here's what I find.
I start looking around again and a few feet away I find this.
And here's where it goes.
I can't believe it. This den is just a few feet away from where he was hit. I have a shovel in the truck, so I go have a sit for a couple of hours and try to figure this out.
I go back, get down and take a look with my flashlight. There he is, about 5/6 feet down the hole and not moving. I cut a 'hook' from a nearby sapling and fish him out.
The wound was a bit gruesome so I didn't take a pic. But I'm taking it to the taxidermist later today and I'll share a pic when I get him back.
Howard Hill 'Big Five' 55# and a 145 Eclipse.