Curt Barrett
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Headed out at the crack of 8:00 out for a "quickie" this morn. (say it Redfrog /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif ) Spitting snow, about 33 degrees with a light west wind. Wet out. Just enough snow to merit snow camo.
I planned on 3 stands tops or 1 coyote...whichever came first. Been away for 5 days and needed to do the family thing.
Set up at the head of a wide draw that was lightly treed. Hayfields on both sides of the draw. Had one come over the hill about 20 minutes into it. He was lost. Trotting along slowly, head low, then stopping and sniffing the ground. I did my best lipsqueak. Don't know if he couldn't hear it or what but he didn't look my way or anything. He appeared to be farther than I wanted to shoot but it was hard to tell with the rolling terrain. If I missed or he kept coming, he would disappear, either into the draw or back over the hill. Feeling cocky after a few long shots lately, I took a shot figuring it would be the only one I'd get.
For whatever reason, I missed and sure enough he went into the draw. After cussing under my breath I did some coyote vocalizations. Less than a minute later, here he comes, out of the bottom of the draw, almost straight at me but angling to the left. I'm tracking him through my scope while "whooping" trying to get him to stop. He is slowing down as he scans for the source of the whooping. I got my finger on the trigger, ready for when he stops. He finally notices the big white blob with the 24"AR swinging with him. He kicks the afterburners in and scorches off to my left. I fire another "warning shot. Snow and mud kick up behind from the bullet. He's almost to the fenceline separating the next hayfield from the one were in. He will be out of sight if he crosses the fence. I give a generous lead at the light speed yote this time and he cartwheels almost right up to the fence. Muss, where are you with the video camera when I need you? /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Here's some pic's....
This is where my first shot and "clean miss" occurred. Facing straight in the wind. Coyote was standing almost directly above scope. To the far left of the pic is where he emerged after the missed shot, angling to the left. He was about 100+ out.
This is where he finished his cartwheel trick. The coyote is dead center (pun intended) of the pic, about a foot or two in front of fence. It's the dark, horizontal object.
Kooky, crooked, fencepost camera tripod shot....
Good sized male for this area. Looks like crap wet but he will clean up nice. I weighed him on my high dollar fishing scale and he was around 32-33 lbs according to it. Felt like more packing him back. Critr-Calls kick butt is all I can say, and I'm zeroing my rifle tomorrow! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Home by 9:30 for Sponge Bob Square Pants! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
I planned on 3 stands tops or 1 coyote...whichever came first. Been away for 5 days and needed to do the family thing.
Set up at the head of a wide draw that was lightly treed. Hayfields on both sides of the draw. Had one come over the hill about 20 minutes into it. He was lost. Trotting along slowly, head low, then stopping and sniffing the ground. I did my best lipsqueak. Don't know if he couldn't hear it or what but he didn't look my way or anything. He appeared to be farther than I wanted to shoot but it was hard to tell with the rolling terrain. If I missed or he kept coming, he would disappear, either into the draw or back over the hill. Feeling cocky after a few long shots lately, I took a shot figuring it would be the only one I'd get.
For whatever reason, I missed and sure enough he went into the draw. After cussing under my breath I did some coyote vocalizations. Less than a minute later, here he comes, out of the bottom of the draw, almost straight at me but angling to the left. I'm tracking him through my scope while "whooping" trying to get him to stop. He is slowing down as he scans for the source of the whooping. I got my finger on the trigger, ready for when he stops. He finally notices the big white blob with the 24"AR swinging with him. He kicks the afterburners in and scorches off to my left. I fire another "warning shot. Snow and mud kick up behind from the bullet. He's almost to the fenceline separating the next hayfield from the one were in. He will be out of sight if he crosses the fence. I give a generous lead at the light speed yote this time and he cartwheels almost right up to the fence. Muss, where are you with the video camera when I need you? /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Here's some pic's....
This is where my first shot and "clean miss" occurred. Facing straight in the wind. Coyote was standing almost directly above scope. To the far left of the pic is where he emerged after the missed shot, angling to the left. He was about 100+ out.
This is where he finished his cartwheel trick. The coyote is dead center (pun intended) of the pic, about a foot or two in front of fence. It's the dark, horizontal object.
Kooky, crooked, fencepost camera tripod shot....
Good sized male for this area. Looks like crap wet but he will clean up nice. I weighed him on my high dollar fishing scale and he was around 32-33 lbs according to it. Felt like more packing him back. Critr-Calls kick butt is all I can say, and I'm zeroing my rifle tomorrow! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Home by 9:30 for Sponge Bob Square Pants! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
