Well,the fox I had the other day wasn't the one trying to get into the hen house,so,I was out again today to try to settle it for good.I got there and,I had a premonition(no really)I just knew that there was going to be a fox in the gateway high on the hill,and,as I rounded the corner as if by magic there it was,but,there was no way of getting closer,and,I didn't want to try a squeek(don't know why,just didn't seem right)so,it was up on the sticks at 167yds,the fox was facing me,and downhill,so,I put the crosshairs on the white of it's chest and squeezed off a 100grainer which slammed home,but