Beth and I hit the farms again on Sunday. It's that time of year -- after groundhog and before fox -- but with rain predicted for the next weekend, we decided to do a bit of scouting despite the low chance of finding anything.
There were lots of old groundhog dens on this farm, but no one home. This place should be good hunting in the spring and summer. We strayed a bit off the farm, and the dogs went to ground within eye sight of a small house, but we got out of there before it got complex and anything had to be explained.
The fox sette, above, was found in the middle of a corn field on the the farm. It was picture-perfect, on a southern slope and in sandy soil not too far from water. The den stunk of fox, and was quite spacious inside, with a tiny bolt hole on one end -- so tight only Sailor could get out of it. I'm peering down that bolt hole, while Beth's dog Rock slides into the main entrance. Rock could go all the way in and stand up inside while passing another dog. A magnificent sette, and we will be back!
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