I went out tonight. It was very nice right at dark but I couldn't get out until about 6:30-7. Walking into my first set there were fox tracks going into a thicket so I knew I had a chance. Got setup on a high point of the field and called for 20 minutes. I never saw an eye so we packed up and started to leave. On the way out, we saw fresh fox tracks that were coming right towards our set in a small dip in the field. The fox must have snuck right down over where we walked to our set and went down over the bank. I guess go back and try to pull him out another night. Went to the second set and saw more fox tracks. Started calling and the wind just took of around 9PM. After that, we called it a night and went home. Before this storm came, my buddy actually killed 2 gray and 1 red.