Sunday night the wind was right for a spot I hadn't hunted in at least a week.On the walk in I jumped a red fox that hopped up on a log at 20 yards or so.This started a stare off that lasted a couple minutes and when I finally moved,it did also a couple yards.This went on several times until he moved down the hill toward the way I was going and finally it had enough and ran off.
I made my way to a tree that was on an evening travel route between a bedding area and the stream and fields below.About a half hour before dark 3 does and 2 fawns came by just out of range so all I could do was sit and wait.About 20 minutes later,I heard movement and a minute later a buck stepped through the stonewall and after a couple minutes of him nosing around for acorns he offered me a 10yd. shot.The hit looked good and as he bolted up the hill he staggered to the right and went down.He hadn't gone 40 yds. and was dead in seconds.
I stood there a moment to take it all in,and thought about the red fox.It was as if we had a understanding between and us and a respect that only predators can have for each other...Or maybe I'm just a 'nut' spending to much time by myself in the woods.HA! :D