5th January
My mate John was out last night, he was at me to go as well but I'm suffering from a very fatal dose of man-flu, so I wasn't budging. Strangely the rain and sleet showers didn't encourage me at all. Tonight is a lot different, light breeze, bitterly cold, but dry, that'll do me. John shot a vixen last night, uncomfortably close to his hen house, so we were on the look out for the dog tonight.
We set up first in one of his neighbours fields, overlooking a small tight valley filled with gorse, stone walls and other rubbish to get in the way. Last night's pair of foxes had com