Plans fell through last night so I took My son Jake out for his first predator hunt. Put five sets in with only one Fox down but it was one of the best hunts of my life because my son was with me.
First stand brought out a coon and a deer. No shots were fired. Second set we came up empty. Third set, got busted walking in with what I am claiming to be a coyote. Started calling and about two minutes in a fox appears hard charging but put the brakes on at fifty yards and quickly turned and ran back to about 75 yards. I lip squeeked him to a stop and Jake missed. He was so pumped. He said "Dad, I never thought we would se anything tonight". I explained that it's not always like this.
Fourth set called another bouncing Red in but I couldn't coax him any closer. He sat down about 75 yards away and Jake kept asking me if he could shoot. I guess I was so excited for him to get his first Fox I let him take the chance. Another miss. After a discussion about the events that unfolded, we both realized our mistakes and vowed to not make them again. It was that time I realized that we only had one more bullet left because I forgot the box of ammo again.
Jake was a little depressed about missing so he wanted me to shoot for our last set of the night. I agreed but as we started I was thinking I should just let him get behind the gun when suddenly there stood another red that I quickly put down. What a night to share with my son. I think he is hooked.
