Funny thing, I can recite the names of our 15 dogs in 2 seconds flat but have no idea what our cat's name is.

Anyway, I have on long underwear only and grab the Marlin 218 bee off the wall and go out the back door. By then the fox had dropped the cat and was running full blast across the pasture about a 100 yards away. I chamber a round and raise the 218 Bee, center the crosshairs of the ancient K-4 Weaver about 6" in front of the fox and let loose. The fox stops and does an about face and starts running the other way, then just about stops. I says to myself, "your mine now little buddy. get ready to stop a Hornady .224 hollowpoint". I drop the hammer on another round and the fox flips around and runs in the woods. He was running so fast after that shot, I could not get off another round.
I walk out in the pasture (just about dark) and see where my bullet hit. Too dark to see if there's any blood and I ain't walkin' back to get a light. I walk in the woods and no fox.

I go back to the house and the wife say's, "Did you get him?" I say's, "nope". I then tell her not to get so excited as the fox's are hungry and they have to eat too.

