When I was a kid I had a rancher complain he had animals getting killed by coyotes. So I told him I could get my varmint call and take a few out for him. I got a couple friends and we set up on the edge of a cow pasture so there would be cover but they would have to come out and we could get some clear shots. We had it all planned so if we had a bunch we knew who would shoot which ones and we we would not have to talk. We were not far from the road and we made sure we were shooting away from any house or roads. We got the call going when it got dark. We were using a red light and could see some eyes in the brush so we were ready for the coyotes. Then we saw a fox for a second. I know I got excited. Then they started to come out in the pasture I took the gun off safety and was about to signal time to shoot. Then all of a sudden we were flooded with white light and the foxes ran off. Then as we here a Game Warden ask "what are boys doing?" You have never heard such foul language outside of a bar. If pur parents could have heard us we would have had soap in our mouths. I mean the varment call is going and we are shining a red light. I am respectful of law enforcement but not that night. We were ready to get some foxes. We threw our licenses at him and gave him a learning. He tried to be a jerk but we let him know we did not break laws so we did not care about what he did. Then we told the owner and he decide that he would get them himself.
Of course one of the boys with me his dad was a detective and the Game Warden recognized the name. I never found out how much trouble he got in. But that Game Warden was always nice to me after that night
But if anybody has foxes i would still like to shoot a few
