Welcome to Team Wild's Varminators. This week, it's Keith and Wildy on the prowl for a fox
in the British countryside.
Okay, we're on this bit of ground tonight, the farm has called us up, me and Keith. Unfortunately
for Keith it's his turn to run the camera. You alright, Keith? He's okay, look at him
nodding there. Yah, we've come up at dusk, it's about ten o'clock time. So, we've come
up, hopefully we're going to see the cubs playing in the field. That's roughly what
time he said he's been seeing them. So, we're gonna put the old squeaker box on. I'd like
to tell you what make it is, but I've had this for about twenty-odd years now, so they've
probably gone out of production or whatever like. But, it's got a variety of calls on
it and I'm gonna put the rabbit squeak on and we're gonna sit and have a wait and hopefully
they'll come and show themselves. That's grand, that's the plan, that's what we're gonna do.
If they don't show now, hopefully we're gonna try to get one in the light. If they don't
show, we'll put the lamp on and have a ride around later. So, good stuff. Varminating,
love it.
The call has only been on for a short time, when there is movement across the field. Wildy
sets down on a straw bale and prepares to pick his shot.
There's three foxes on this hillside but Wildy already knows which ones he is taking.
A good shot and the fox goes straight down. Nicely done mister Wild.
The big man heads in to claim his quarry.
There we have it then. So, the plan worked. The little old squeaker box did its job. It
was a bit of a scramble for us really. So we started watching, typically out in the
middle of the field. They came down this hedgerow right here behind us. But we made a quick
whatsit, we got on him, shot him smack in the chest. Exited there on the left hand
side. 100 grain Lapuas did it yet again. Lovely, three-parts grown vixen. She's not going to
be bothering anything this seasons that's for sure. So that's grand. I think we're gonna
have a sit for a bit longer now, because it's still coming down dusk. Put the squeaker box
back on. You never know with these cubs, they're a little bit daft, they might come back to have a look.
Even for a young fox, just on quick inspection, see she's got a massive
tick just on the inside of her earhole. Which is a worrying sign, there's quite a lot of
sheep on this ground and we usually mop them up. Me and Keith still do quite a bit of deer
stalking over here as well so, old Charlie Nox has got a tick in its ear, and hopefully
the deer wont have. Bloody horrible things.
A job well done, but the night isn't over yet.
The boys sit with the call squealing across the landscape, and lamp the fields as the
night draws in. It's a hare that is. There's movement on the field, but it's only a hare.
Then something darts across the field through the lamp. But before the wild man can get
on it again, it's gone.
It's gone in the hedgerow now.
Well, that's a wrap. Another night over, a good night as well. We had cracking fox, well
Wildy did, up on the top field. We went out again and had a look with the lamp. We clocked
one, coming across the field. It was an older fox for sure, it wasn't going to stop. We
tried and we whistled and we stopped it a few times, it just didn't give us enough chance
to get a shot at it. That's it though, it's just one of them things. We got one, that's
the main thing. It's now 23:50, so once again the pubs are shut, it's not pub time. Are
you loving that, Wildy?
I'm bloody not mate, rubbish.
Proper rubbish. Anyways, we verminated, we've had enough, we're going home. Job done.
See you later.
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