I watched the fox walk an arc around his chicken hole, raising his leg every 10 yards or so. It was decent cover scent, I figured. It was the least the fox could do. Then, all at once, the fox went from relaxed to alert. Jolting his head upright, he locked onto the hedgerow separating me from the neighboring farm. I followed his stare and, through the brush, I could see the shapes of deer - lots of deer. I settled the gun's forestock onto the shooting 12 TS rail and got ready. It became clear that this would be my consolation prize. A young deer stepped into the open, then another. I waited. About 10 mature deer were still milling around behind them in the cover. A head would appear, but not the body. Then the head would disappear and only a leg would be visible. I watched tails flicker in the back-