I had to do a skinning demo last night for a group of youth, and so despite the stormy weather, I headed out yesterday afternoon in pursuit of predators. While the first 3 stands were a bust, mostly thanks to gail force winds, I soon discovered a nice big canyon hidden from the casual observer. I knew this was my ticket to success, even though it was about a mile hike to get into the canyon. The wind had died down a bit, but the casual rain drop was still falling every now and then.
I setup on the first stand with a good view of my downwind, and in less than 2 minutes I had a fox on stand right in my downwind. Bang, flop, and the skinning demo was on for sure. Not wanting to quit, I headed farther into the canyon and setup again. And this is when things got interesting.
My stand was overlooking a large rocky wash so that I could see both ends of the canyon coming into where I was calling from. Just a few minutes in I get a hard charging fox. The wind had picked up and I was getting darn cold by this point . . . . but those are just excuses for what comes next - I shot low in my excitement to have two animals for the kids to skin! But the fox casually hopped behind a rock, and I was sure he was still around so I stuck it out. Sure enough, he pops up on my right, looking around. But as I move for the shot, he disappears again. I know he's behind me, so I decide to throw caution to the wind and go tactical on this fox. I turn and low-crawl over a couple of rocks, and as I come up over the last boulder, there he stands, not 20 feet away, looking right at me. He's in front of a small bush, so he must've felt hidden and safe, because he didn't run. Either way, my rifle comes up and I smash a 55gr VMAX into his chest, he flips over backwards, but he's still kicking around so I smash another round into him. I think he was dead after the first round, but I've seen enough animals run away to know that you shoot until they stop moving.
He was a bit of a small fox, and the rounds did some terrible damage, so he didn't come back for the skinning and I didn't feel that a picture was warranted. But here's the picture of the one that got skinned last night by a very excited group of kids:

The young ladies were especially excited to participate, and it was a lot of fun as after he was skinned the kids wanted to dissect him and help me prep the skull for cleaning. Good times were had by all.
And a couple of lessons were re-learned:
1) Just 'cause the weather isn't perfect, doesn't mean the animals won't come in.
2) Everyone still gets excited about making the shot, even after shooting lots of animals!
Happy Hunting!