As I’m driving one of the guys doing the new fence back to his truck, in the lane between the big barn and the indoor runs the most beautiful red fox I’ve ever seen. Full winter coat and gorgeous brush, and in a hot hurry, as there were two cur dogs about 20 yards behind him. He looked over his shoulder our way, did a quick “nope” and turned on the after-burners and shot across the road and towards my neighbor’s barn, under which I know there are some good places for a fox to hide. I yelled at the curs to “git home” and they turned to me enough to give him time to get out of sight. The dogs wandered around a bit, then took off up the road towards home. I came back around a bit later, and he was trotting off across my back pasture, with my new field hunter following him.
Tally Ho.