Arizona Bushman
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Lately, foxes are not very high on my list of predators. Usually I let them pass and wait for a bobcat or hope for a big cat. When I do take a fox it is very unlikely that I will spend the time to post the details of my hunt.......that is unless something notable occurred. My latest fox adventure qualifies as note-worthy.
SnowmanMo and I had been unsuccessful for most of the morning. The day was dragging on and the temperature had risen to "sweaty" plus the wind was unpredictable at best. We pulled into town and took a quick break where Mo proceeds to tell me that he has to be home early and hunting till dark was not an option today.
I dug into my book of un-orthodox and came up with a plan that involved calling into deep canyons that were hopefully holding fur-bearers looking for some refuge from the Arizona Sun.
The plan worked like a charm......almost.
Keep in mind that what comes up.......must go down.
Seriously, ten seconds into calling a little grey fox exits from under a tree that is directly under me. The fox makes a beeline straight up the cliff and stops underneath Mo. The problem is; due to the extreme angle, Mo cannot see the fox that is less than ten feet from him!
The fox can go no further due to the edge that he is under and plots a new path. His new path exposes him to the wonder of high speed BB's and is now directed on the path of least resistance.........DOWN..........WAY DOWN!!!
I am not so sure that the shot killed him, but I am positive that the sudden stop at the end did.
Good thing I spent a few summers at Camp Korangal and know a thing or two about weapon mounted cliff navigation. Going down??
Gangnam Style?? I prefer Mountain Goat Style.
A hop......skip......and jump finished the decent.
Fur DOWN........no pun intended.
......and yes the climb back up sucked. Thankfully I didn't have any Afghan flashbacks.
SnowmanMo and I had been unsuccessful for most of the morning. The day was dragging on and the temperature had risen to "sweaty" plus the wind was unpredictable at best. We pulled into town and took a quick break where Mo proceeds to tell me that he has to be home early and hunting till dark was not an option today.
I dug into my book of un-orthodox and came up with a plan that involved calling into deep canyons that were hopefully holding fur-bearers looking for some refuge from the Arizona Sun.
The plan worked like a charm......almost.
Keep in mind that what comes up.......must go down.
Seriously, ten seconds into calling a little grey fox exits from under a tree that is directly under me. The fox makes a beeline straight up the cliff and stops underneath Mo. The problem is; due to the extreme angle, Mo cannot see the fox that is less than ten feet from him!
The fox can go no further due to the edge that he is under and plots a new path. His new path exposes him to the wonder of high speed BB's and is now directed on the path of least resistance.........DOWN..........WAY DOWN!!!
I am not so sure that the shot killed him, but I am positive that the sudden stop at the end did.
Good thing I spent a few summers at Camp Korangal and know a thing or two about weapon mounted cliff navigation. Going down??
Gangnam Style?? I prefer Mountain Goat Style.
A hop......skip......and jump finished the decent.
Fur DOWN........no pun intended.
......and yes the climb back up sucked. Thankfully I didn't have any Afghan flashbacks.
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