The day before i had discovered tracks of a Fox in the snow when i was photographing in National Park de BiesBosch, the Netherlands. I learned the different tracks from a Dutch forester in Zwitserland (it's a small world) when i was taking pictures of the fall. These foxtracks made me go back the next day to try and find the fox and finally i did. I menaged to sneek close enough in the cold snow and it could not smell me. I lay there for almost half an hour in the freezing cold and studied his hunting tactics. Beautiful as he sat down near a mousehole and waited. Then when the mouse looked out, he took a big jump and 1 out of every 4 jumps it got it's mouse. And then it sniffed and shaked its head to get the snow off. A most beautiful sight. One jump it sat just right so i could take pictures of the whole jump. After the jump, sometimes it caught a mouse. But I think it was more like a snack to him, such a small mouse for such a big fox.