How it started.......................

You never forget your first fox.  Mine was in the fall of 1972 near the Chippewa River in Minnesota.   Caught it on a dead hen pheasant that was killed on the highway staked into the top of a pocket gopher mount.  Remember it like yesterday.  

There have been hundreds since.   What a beautiful renewable resource that's been nearly eliminated by his older cousin, Mr. Wily Coyote across much of his range.