By Kim Derek Pritts ___ c Hunt Kyle and I first met while dove hunting many years before. I got to my favorite dove spot and was letting my Brittany run off some energy when Kyle pulled in. I saw the disappointment on his face, but he said he'd leave this spot to me and go somewhere else. That's my kind of sportsman. I told Kyle my bird dog would very much like to retrieve more doves than I was likely to bring down and offered to share the hunting spot with him. He laughed and introduced himself. We had some good wingshooting that afternoon, became friends and would hunt FEBRUARY 2019 doves, pheasants, or grouse every so often. But our real shared interest was calling foxes to the gun at night. Kyle's job eventually took him to Gettysburg, nearly a two-hour drive from my home. Our hunting time together dwindled to a fox hunt every few years. The decades passed much too quickly. And while we now were both retired and a bit grizzled, our expertise in fox hunting had improved dramatically. Tonight I was as eager as I had been during my first fox hunt. Kyle is a very meticulous planner. He'll drive the route of an entire night's worth of 27