Greg Richards
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Wednesday - Talking to Dr. Ken Howell on the phone and pouring a cup of coffee and see from the kitchen window a coyote walk from behind the barn in to the millet patch for my horses...Tell Ken I got to go shoot a coyote, he said "Get it, get it, get it"...grabbed a 22-6mm Rem. I keep handy for such occasions and dropped it at 150 yds. (shot one out there in the same place a week before)
Thursday - fishing my keys out of my pocket to go into the shop and see one walking out of the millet patch and heading behind the barn...grab the 22-6 and drop it at 85 yds.
Friday - standing outside my gunshop I see a little flash about 500 yds. out in the pasture out back. Grab the bino's and can't tell exactly what it is but might be the ears of a coyote laying down...grab the old wooden Circe I've had for 35 yrs. and the 22-6 and do some calling...after about 10 minutes still nothing happening...still see that little dot out there that I can't quite make out with the binoculars so I throw up the rifle with it's 14X and sure enough I can make out the face & ears of a coyote...still laying there. OK - Show time...for real. Run in the house and throw on a camo T-shirt and grab my silver dog howler, shooting sticks and face net...and of course, the 22-6. Using a little bit of a rise, the barn and some mesquite bushes for cover, I make my way out there and close the gap a little...get set up against a mesquite and give it a lone howl...up pops a head looking around, looking around, back down, back up, looking around, looking around...did a pup distress and up pops a head, looking around, looking around...looks like it might be getting nervous and might jump up and "JET" so I got good and steady on the sticks and stuck one behind the ear while it was laying there...paced it off at 250 yds.
Saturday - today I turned 50 yrs. old...maybe the "Coyote Gods" will give me a birthday present this morning...out behind the barn.
Thursday - fishing my keys out of my pocket to go into the shop and see one walking out of the millet patch and heading behind the barn...grab the 22-6 and drop it at 85 yds.
Friday - standing outside my gunshop I see a little flash about 500 yds. out in the pasture out back. Grab the bino's and can't tell exactly what it is but might be the ears of a coyote laying down...grab the old wooden Circe I've had for 35 yrs. and the 22-6 and do some calling...after about 10 minutes still nothing happening...still see that little dot out there that I can't quite make out with the binoculars so I throw up the rifle with it's 14X and sure enough I can make out the face & ears of a coyote...still laying there. OK - Show time...for real. Run in the house and throw on a camo T-shirt and grab my silver dog howler, shooting sticks and face net...and of course, the 22-6. Using a little bit of a rise, the barn and some mesquite bushes for cover, I make my way out there and close the gap a little...get set up against a mesquite and give it a lone howl...up pops a head looking around, looking around, back down, back up, looking around, looking around...did a pup distress and up pops a head, looking around, looking around...looks like it might be getting nervous and might jump up and "JET" so I got good and steady on the sticks and stuck one behind the ear while it was laying there...paced it off at 250 yds.
Saturday - today I turned 50 yrs. old...maybe the "Coyote Gods" will give me a birthday present this morning...out behind the barn.