So I went out with the bairn again tonight and soon enough we spotted Charlie. High seats were out due to my anti friends homing themselves on them so we wandered into the wood area. Not great weather, no wind and a half moon behind us were against us but a few squeaks and we saw the eyes.
No shot so we moved about 20 feet left. Dammit, Charlie vanished.
A few more squeaks and it was responding. A bit of a squeak conversation later and it was coming nearer, not quite in the permission area yet but nearing.
We moved out into the field, running the risk of our silhouettes being seen.
Droppi