- Location
- Scottish Highlands
a little tale for you then.
I used to rent a bit of ground off an old pal off the hill, it being handy for putting ewes with twins away to in the spring.
He dutifully kept an eye, and was soon noticing a lamb per night going.
He happened to be a keen 'rough shoot' man -sadly now long underground- of the old skool countryman type.
He was out night after night after this sodding fox, but never saw it. The lambs kept going.
Driven bat sh*t to think I was losing lambs like this, we called in the local MFH, who came with a couple of hounds, and a shovel.
Quite nearby, they marked an earth in some woods, and dug out a 3 legged fox, who'd been living very nicely on my lambs.
I've seldom witnessed it as neat as this, but it was a perfect bit of practical work.
And no, i don't shoot pheasants, or ride to hounds
Good dogs take some beating. I wonder how long it would have taken an "expert shot" to get that fox with a rifle?
As I've said before, the most efficient fox control I've ever seen was an old mate of mine working his bobbery pack of a few lurchers and terriers. We strolled along, hands in pockets, on a very pleasant sunday afternoon while the dogs work nearby cover. Then when we came to an open bit, there were the dogs panting from their exertions with a very dead fox.