Last night’s outing was to the sheep farm, meeting my mate there for our daily physical activity we headed to the bottom of the field where there’s a small beck that the foxes follow. Putting the caller about 100 yards from us due to the way the wind was blowing, we set it away with vixen on heat. Now my mate was on the thermal/caller and I was the rifle, it had been 35/45 minutes and he hadn’t seen anything, so he lights himself a fag and rests against the tree, he took a look through the thermal just straight out in front, “ sh*t, sh*t “ he said under his breath “ it’s at the fu*king caller