A Well Deserved Fox – Bow hunting

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Date: in Bow

Team Wild TV expert Jean Galoppin, one of our experts in bow hunting goes out on the hunt with his trusty bow on the trail of a cunning fox!! 

It was a beautiful evening. The birds were chirping as I sat in a picturesque location looking out over the flowing stream in the perfect spot for hunting boar, foxes and deer. However my expectations were low in regards to hunting deer, as they were a rare species due to the massive wild boar population.

Just a short while after getting myself set up, my eyes were drawn to a movement down the grassy bank in front of me. As I composed myself, I was stunned to witness a doe amongst the fir trees. Upon observation I was delighted to find that there was also a young fox scurrying close by. However they were incredibly close, too close in fact, with just a few meters between them.

Despite this I rapidly prepared my bow and arrow and fired with my best aim to hit the fox. He stood bold as the arrow fired through the firs missing the fox and striking the ground instead. The fox then smugly skulked into the deep of the firs so I was unable to strike him. I was feeling extremely frustrated but on the plus side it was a clean miss. Now my goal was to coax the fox from the firs, I decided to use a call known as “The Feisty Mouse” which to him means food.

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Before too long I had spotted the fox creeping from the firs, seeking the source of the scream. I continued to sound the mouse call but it seemed as though the fox had a sense that something was not right and he began to retreat back to the firs. I had to react swiftly and accurately. Through my experience of hunting game, birds and hares for over sixteen years; I know that a fox is on another level. All of the elements were there; the hunter, the weapon and the game, but was it going to be a success to catch Mr Fox? It was in seconds of fumbling to set up the bow and arrow that the arrow was released and the fox was four foot in the air. I had successfully managed to strike Mr Fox.

Approximately thirty minutes later I heard a faint sound of shuffling behind me. I turned around cautiously and on the path in front of me stood a doe next to two fawns, which bought a slight smile to my face at such a rare sight. The doe seemed anxious as she glanced round at the injured fox chasing her and her family. This was the point where I would sound the dreaded music of Jaws if I could! Nature presented me with a dilemma, either me as the hunter kills the fox or the fox kills the fawns.


The doe impressively stood its ground, expressing anger as she stamped her legs on the ground. In retaliation the fox backed off slightly realising that this was not going to be an easy kill. The doe sprinted back to where she came from not understanding she had to stay with her young. So I decided it was my time to step in, I fired my arrow and managed to take out the fox firing through his head and between his shoulders.

So that was my evening, I broke the taboo but I’m sure I will savour the moment. I’ll be honest, I disliked killing a young fox but hey, it’s the story of my life, there’s no age to die in the wild. Predators must also die during youth or how would the balance work? I can pull a rabbit running, a pheasant in flight and make a perfect shot on big game but why was the fox so inaccessible to me for so long?


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