by Karl Houseman
Taking a different track back to the farm, we came across an old ewe in a fair amount of distress, stuck in one of the fences. The property owners son said she was done for and she was quickly put of her misery. We dragged the carcass out of the fence and off the track, then climbed back on the bikes and headed back to camp.
After a great nights meal we had a look around with the light. We spooted a good pig but couldn't take a shot. Back at camp we had a few beers which made it was pretty hard to get out of bed before sunrise the next morning. We did managed a pretty early start and after a lot of complaining about frosty Bathurst we were on the bikes by about 6.30am.
We rode for about fifteen minutes away from the homestead, then left
the bikes and started out on foot towards the place we had left the dead
ewe. Both of us carried 6.5x55's with 120 and 140 grain ammo and we were
keen for a pig with the proportions of the one we had seen the night before.
About ½ way between the bikes and the ewe we spotted a fox feeding
on a dead
The roar of the 6.5 split the morning like the rudest of alarm clocks,
with birds, roos and sheep disappearing in all directions.The fox, only
fairly small but with a beautiful red and black coat lay about a metre
from the roo. The 120gn Sierra projectile, intended for pigs, had passed
straight through the fox from shoulder to neck without causing too much
damage to the coat.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful but we had a fox each so we were both wrapped and the pigs can wait for next time. From a red sunset to red foxes, it may not have been the most succesful hunt but it was the best trip I'd had in ages.