Posted By: Paul Winkelmann
It's The Parents Fault - 04/12/12 08:38 PM
Three days ago I got a fox family under a deck call. I caught three of the cutest, most gentle, prettiest, baby foxes you ever did see. I picked them up with my bare hands and scratched their heads and they loved me.
Yesterday I got fox family under a shed call. All the while I'm setting up the cages there are these fox curse words emanating from under the shed. My sets are masterful as usual, so despite all the fox profanity, I leave with high hopes. Today the customer calls and once again I've made a catch. This fox pup is several days older and is once again using foul language as I approach the cage. Being the ultimate professional that I am, I slip on some gloves. ( alright, they're only gardening gloves that I got on sale ) I reach into the cage to transfer him and he proceeds to bite the ever loving crap out of my trigger finger. Well I can see that most of you are saying, " Well, he deserved it. He's a smart [Please excuse my language... I'm an idiot]." This, however, is not the end of the story. While I'm taking this little crab [Please excuse my language... I'm an idiot] to the truck, his father ( the largest and possibly the prettiest fox I have ever seen ) is running along side me and barking, " Bite Him Again, Bite Him Again."
Okay, it's true that I can't actually translate fox barks but everything else I've told you is absolutely true. If you really don't believe me, come on over to the house. You can stick your hands in the cage with the three nice foxes or you can stick your hands in the cage with the fox with the poor parental upbringing; I have a few bandages left!
Yesterday I got fox family under a shed call. All the while I'm setting up the cages there are these fox curse words emanating from under the shed. My sets are masterful as usual, so despite all the fox profanity, I leave with high hopes. Today the customer calls and once again I've made a catch. This fox pup is several days older and is once again using foul language as I approach the cage. Being the ultimate professional that I am, I slip on some gloves. ( alright, they're only gardening gloves that I got on sale ) I reach into the cage to transfer him and he proceeds to bite the ever loving crap out of my trigger finger. Well I can see that most of you are saying, " Well, he deserved it. He's a smart [Please excuse my language... I'm an idiot]." This, however, is not the end of the story. While I'm taking this little crab [Please excuse my language... I'm an idiot] to the truck, his father ( the largest and possibly the prettiest fox I have ever seen ) is running along side me and barking, " Bite Him Again, Bite Him Again."
Okay, it's true that I can't actually translate fox barks but everything else I've told you is absolutely true. If you really don't believe me, come on over to the house. You can stick your hands in the cage with the three nice foxes or you can stick your hands in the cage with the fox with the poor parental upbringing; I have a few bandages left!