After all the Jillwagons derailed my ride last week, I went out for revenge. "It was a dark and stormy weekend ", so I knew with the low light the foxes would be out and about. I armed up with my weapon of choice and went on the hunt.
I knew I had a lot of miles to cover, so I mounted my favorite steed and headed out to the trails.
Yesterday was mostly fruitless, despite covering almost 8 miles.
This is the only clean shot I was able to take yesterday.
Today was an entirely different story, everywhere I looked, I saw a fox.
This is the mother of the den I found earlier this week out hunting mice for her brood.
And a bold guy waiting for Easter Brunch at the mouth of their den.
A few miles away , an old den I knew of has been reoccupied.
She was really skittish, with good reason, this guy looked "bad".
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