Last evening just before sunset I took a stand in a green briar patch with a bunch of downed tree's. I hear a shot just up the ravine from me not to far. Presently I see movement coming my way and get ready, not a deer.....It's Mr. Red Fox and he's coming on the gallop, right at me, 30 yards out he stops, sits down and faces his back trail. I can see his ears flicking around listening, after a bit, I lip squeaked at him...He looks over at me like "SHUT UP" and gets up and moves down a fallen oak and sits down again and watches his back trail for a minute or two...Then completely ignoring my presence gets up and goes down in the hollow to continue his evening hunt.......I get no respect!!!..Blaze Orange, high power rifle and I get the middle finger..LOL...
