THE GAME BREEDER 



9 



A PECULIAR FOX HUNT AT A QUAIL CLUB. 



By H. J. MONTANUS. 



Mr. Ashton's home was our first 

 headquarters. The inclosed fihn, when 

 printed, will give you a good picture of 

 him. 



We secured two foxes and one of 

 them was taken in a peculiar manner. 

 Two members of our association, feeling 

 somewhat tired, proceeded to a tree 

 which had fallen, after having weathered 

 many a storm, and broken short off 

 about ten feet from the ground. There 

 was a hole of about 6 inches in diameter 

 in the side of the tree and at the small 

 end there was an opening of 3 inches. 

 Mr. Raush, looking in the hole, called 

 Mr. Henry Lemaire's attention to a pe- 

 culiar object, presumably a rabbit. Le- 

 maire punched the object with a stick but 

 there was no move ; finally with much 

 courage he inserted his hand and dis- 

 covered Mr. Fox dead in the hole. Upon 

 the arrival of the gamekeeper and after 

 some ten minues' work, Mr. Fox was 

 removed from his trap. Evidently he 

 had made an awful fight for his life, and 

 in the endeavor to get out of the hole his 

 sides were torn. 



The explanation offered was that Brer 

 Fox had pursued a squirrel which had 

 run into the hole for safety. The squir- 

 rel easily came out the smaller hole but 

 the fox became wedged in the narrow 

 l)art of the hole and could neither go. 



We recently had a fox hunt, (prob- 

 ably I should say fox shoot, since fox 

 hunting usually refers to riding behind 

 the hounds) to celebrate the 77th birth- 

 day of the organizer of our association, 

 Mr! Jas. M. Ashton, who is hale and 

 hearty and likely to reach the century 

 mark. Our association preserves and 

 shoots quail in good numbers and the 

 fox shooting is done to protect the 

 feathered game. 



