After several setbacks over a week and a half chasing speed-goats and muleys through the Arizona desert, we were feeling somewhat discouraged and needed a bit of a win. So, last night, Mason and I set back out for another evening of predator calling. About fifteen minutes into our first stand, a gray fox came running into approximately thirty yards where I took my shot, putting her down quickly and ethically. We retrieved her and took the time to pay our respects and clean the harvest.
This was a special moment for me, even more so than any harvest is to a passionate, ethical hunter. This fox is officially my first take of any game animal whatsoever. While small in size, she represents a monumental moment for me in my journey as a hunter.