My Pet Fox

My Pet Fox

Back in 2010, I started building an off-grid house, way the hell back in the woods, 35 miles west of Thunder Bay, Ontario. This was a very good hunting and fishing area and it wasn’t unusual to wake up in the morning, look out my window and see deer, moose or black bear, along with a wide assortment of smaller critters like porcupines, pine marten, coyotes, wolves and squirrels. I even saw some drunk dude wandering across my back yard once. But, that’s a whole other story.

Along with the animals mentioned above, I also saw a lot of foxes. Red foxes, mainly. They were pretty friendly too and I soon had a few of them hangin’ around the house on a regular basis. One day, I was sitting on my couch waiting for one of my ultra-rugged fishing buddies to come by and pick me up for an afternoon on a local lake. The weather was warm that autumn day, so I had left the door open. The warm breeze blowing through my open concept home was just perfect. Nothing better than fresh air. Well, okay… all you can eat suicide wings for ten bucks is better than fresh air. I’d forgotten about that…

My Pet Fox

As I was sitting on the couch reading a book (I CAN SO read!) I suddenly got the feeling that I was being watched. It’s always a really creepy feeling. So, I looked over to my left and peeking out from the corner of the couch, only five feet away was a fox! A cute little cross fox of red and dark grey. I don’t mind telling you (even though I am the Rugged Dude!) that this little fart startled me… scared the shit outta me, actually. Not that I was afraid of it, being bit or anything, but I just wasn’t expecting to be sitting on my couch with a fox watching me. Looking back now, I’m actually glad it was a fox and not a goddamn bear!

My Pet Fox

“Well, hello there,” I said. Nothing… he just stared back at me. I guess he couldn’t speak very good English. I figured the fox had become quite foxy, making his rounds of the area, going from house to house looking for handouts. I know, I know, we’re not supposed to feed wildlife, but goddam it, I just couldn’t help myself! As I slowly stood, the fox took a few cautious steps backward, presumably, to feel me out. After all, there was a gun rack right behind him and I think he noticed it on the way in… I also had a fox pelt on my wall. I’ll lay a bet that he didn’t see that one though..

After I made a slow move to the kitchen, Mr. Geronimo (I called him that because he was very brave) started to relax… and followed me to the refrigerator. I had eaten a venison roast the night before and had kept the bones and some fat so I could make a stock later on. Perfect… He dove right in!

He showed up one day with some porcupine quills stuck in his face! I guess he thought the porky would make a good meal. The porky thought otherwise.

Round one goes to the porcupine.

My Pet Fox

If you look at the picture where he’s coming up the back steps, he’s looking at me almost as if to say, “Hey, RD, do you think you could help me get these goddam things out of my face please?” He never would let me get that close… and a few weeks later I saw him again, back in game shape, quills gone and ready to start killin’ stuff again.

Long story short, this furry little bugger hung around for a few months and would often come in the house and wander around like he owned the place. He even fell asleep a few times in front of the woodstove… all curled up just a friggin’ dog! After a while I stopped seeing Mr. Geronimo and I never did find out what happened to him. Maybe he found another house to mooch from… a house with better food… and no gun rack. And, no fox pelts on the wall.

My Pet Fox

In the pictures, you’ll see that my house was in the “still being built” stages. You’ll also see the woodstove and… gun rack!

I guess he trusted me…

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