SupressYourself
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I had doubles three stands in a row last year: Triple Double, but it was over two consecutive nights.
I didn't think that would ever happen again, but Saturday night we did it again, this time all in one night. 3 stands, 3 doubles. My buddy shot 5 of the 6, which was great for him as he's still a little green. Unfortunately, between forgetting to hit record on the first stand, and coyotes mostly going to my buddy's side, I only got footage of one kill.
Looking at the forecast, there was going to be a lull in the crazy wind we've been having between about 6pm and midnight on Saturday night. We decided to hit a new area that we've never even seen before because it looked like there was 2, maybe 3 stands available there.
We set up on the first stand and I went into some howls. No close responses, so I moved into female whimpers. I see two come out of the river bottom and into the field about 500 yards straight in front of us. They were coming good. My buddy was off to my left about 60 yards and raidoed saying he would stay on the left one. The one on the left circled a bit toward my buddy. When they got within 100 yards, and I told him to take his whenever he's ready. Meanwhile, the one on my side got within 50 yards of the caller and laid down in the corn stubble. Never seen that before. I hear my buddy shoot (and a solid whack), and 'my' coyote gets up and starts of gallop off, but a few howls on the diaphragm stopped him, and my 22 Creed hammered him. 1st double down. Both males.
The second stand didn't start very well. Having never been to the property before, it was hard to tell what the landscape really looked like. We started walking in at two different places only to realize it wasn't going to work, so we had to back out. We finally decided to set up on a two-track road, one on each side. I got the X24 out in the field and was just taking my first look around when I spot a coyote in the field maybe 250 yards out, working toward the road. I scramble to get the remote turned on and get some vole squeaks playing. It came right at the caller, over the road to my side. I woof it to stop 5 yards from the caller, and I'm just getting my crosshairs leveled when it explodes in my scope.
I gave my buddy a hard time about "dog hogging" that one, as it was on my side of the road, and I stopped it, but really, I would rather he shoots them all. That's the only one I got on film. I turned on baby cottontail and after a few minutes, my buddy had one on his side. He nailed that one, and we had our second double. Both females.
I didn't even have time to focus my scope. Trust me, the Nocpix Ace H50R looks better than this:
We got set up on the third stand, and before I started playing anything, a pack lights up to our north, and close. I wait for it to die off and hit some howls of my own. Within a minute, I hear my buddies 22-250 bark, and he's got one down. I go into some more breeding sounds and a few minutes later, the 250 barks again. I look over in my binos, and the second one is flopping right next to the first one.
Third double down. The first one was a female, the second one was a male. He died sniffing his girlfriend (may we all be so lucky). This is exactly how they fell.
By the time we got back to the truck, the wind had picked up, and it started snowing, so we called it a night. It was a good one.
I didn't think that would ever happen again, but Saturday night we did it again, this time all in one night. 3 stands, 3 doubles. My buddy shot 5 of the 6, which was great for him as he's still a little green. Unfortunately, between forgetting to hit record on the first stand, and coyotes mostly going to my buddy's side, I only got footage of one kill.
Looking at the forecast, there was going to be a lull in the crazy wind we've been having between about 6pm and midnight on Saturday night. We decided to hit a new area that we've never even seen before because it looked like there was 2, maybe 3 stands available there.
We set up on the first stand and I went into some howls. No close responses, so I moved into female whimpers. I see two come out of the river bottom and into the field about 500 yards straight in front of us. They were coming good. My buddy was off to my left about 60 yards and raidoed saying he would stay on the left one. The one on the left circled a bit toward my buddy. When they got within 100 yards, and I told him to take his whenever he's ready. Meanwhile, the one on my side got within 50 yards of the caller and laid down in the corn stubble. Never seen that before. I hear my buddy shoot (and a solid whack), and 'my' coyote gets up and starts of gallop off, but a few howls on the diaphragm stopped him, and my 22 Creed hammered him. 1st double down. Both males.
The second stand didn't start very well. Having never been to the property before, it was hard to tell what the landscape really looked like. We started walking in at two different places only to realize it wasn't going to work, so we had to back out. We finally decided to set up on a two-track road, one on each side. I got the X24 out in the field and was just taking my first look around when I spot a coyote in the field maybe 250 yards out, working toward the road. I scramble to get the remote turned on and get some vole squeaks playing. It came right at the caller, over the road to my side. I woof it to stop 5 yards from the caller, and I'm just getting my crosshairs leveled when it explodes in my scope.
I gave my buddy a hard time about "dog hogging" that one, as it was on my side of the road, and I stopped it, but really, I would rather he shoots them all. That's the only one I got on film. I turned on baby cottontail and after a few minutes, my buddy had one on his side. He nailed that one, and we had our second double. Both females.
I didn't even have time to focus my scope. Trust me, the Nocpix Ace H50R looks better than this:
We got set up on the third stand, and before I started playing anything, a pack lights up to our north, and close. I wait for it to die off and hit some howls of my own. Within a minute, I hear my buddies 22-250 bark, and he's got one down. I go into some more breeding sounds and a few minutes later, the 250 barks again. I look over in my binos, and the second one is flopping right next to the first one.
Third double down. The first one was a female, the second one was a male. He died sniffing his girlfriend (may we all be so lucky). This is exactly how they fell.
By the time we got back to the truck, the wind had picked up, and it started snowing, so we called it a night. It was a good one.
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