So rather than go to Asda with Mrs Trackpad I convinced her it was a good idea that I went out for an hour to see if I could pick up a fox with the new call. I grabbed my kit and we drove off in our seperate directions. Anyway, after parking up and wandering over to where I got my admin sorted, lamp fitted, loaded up and call to hand, I flicked on the lamp and feck me, two little headlamps staring back at me. In the gob with the foxcalluk and a few squeeks later charlie comes trotting in to yards. By this point I was steady on a wire fence, safety off and ready to give the good news. Ban