Me and David travelled once again to my permission in the Borders for a spot of foxing. On the way I called into a large hill farm and managed to secure another 3000 acres of fox shooting
On arrival at my ground I glassed a fox straight away , but it was a long way off mousing in a clearfell . I told David to have a crack as there was nothing to lose , the fox presented itself standing on top of a log , David fired and missed but the fox only trotted another 40 yards or so so I stopped it with a holler and told David to give it a foot , he launched a 58 gr v-max and I saw the fox jink and