When I was a kid, the "big treat" was going to "feed the fox". I'd ride in my Dad's lap down miles of sandy roads through scrub oaks and palmettos to throw out what we knew as "chicken necks" to the foxes. My Dad was a fox hunter. After they built the Sandsifters Fox Pen I'd spend countless hours listening to stories and barking dogs late into the night. On Saturday I had the chance to return to that same fox pen, this time with camera in hand to photograph a friend of my family and his pals.
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