For some time a Keeper friend of mine had lost over 100 young pheasants, this pesky fox one night got into the cage and rounded them all up into one corner of the pen and then snacked away on them, the fox had actually eaten or ripped up another 30 young pheasants. The Keeper friend of mine had been out patrolling for 4 nights in a row to catch the bugger.

On the last morning on his patrol he finally caught this fox in one of his snares, he didn’t have his gun with him or a sack, so he got a pair of overalls from the back of the Land Rover, tied a knot in one leg, popped the fox in and slung him over his shoulders to return back to the Land Rover, the knot he tied came undone and the fox popped his head out and sank his teeth into the Keepers’ arse and just would not let go. OUCH!!!, BLOODY HELL!!!!!.  My Keeper friend blamed exhaustion for the poorly tied knot in the overalls leg, I also noticed when I had a few beers with him a few days later; he sat on the bar stool “side saddle” style.

Needless to say foxes are not his favourite creature at the moment.