Travelled to the borders yesterday to try for some foxes.Anyway the weather was crap for lamping,the temp in the motor was -7c when we set off, there was a full moon and the ground was as hard as iron.It was like walking on corn flakes, impossible to be quiet.
After 1/2 an hour or so I managed to call a vixen in which tried to get round us but I managed to get a shot and knocked its lower jaw off with a 58 gr v-max
Carried on and about 1 hour later spotted another fox curled up in a ball in the middle of a stubble field.
I rested on the bonnet of the motor and managed to bag another