fratri
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Got to the first farm and setup on my first stand at 8:30 a.m. stayed for about 30 minutes with no luck. I decided to hit another farm about 10 minutes away. As I got out of the truck, it read -21°C, cold, but if you’re dressed for it, it isn’t too bad.
I got to the second farm and set up by 9:45 a.m., but after 15 minutes with no sign of a coyote, I decided to pack it up and move to the other end of the farm (about 500 yards away) to give it a try. I got set up again and, just before 10:30 a.m., started calling toward the neighbouring bush.
I called on and off for about 20 minutes before seeing the head of a coyote bobbing along just on the other side of the tree line. He stopped, and I could only see his ears and head through the brush. I muted the call, hoping he’d step into the field, but that didn’t work, she just sat there (I wonder what she was thinking).
I decided to lip squeal her a few times, and that was enough to spark her curiosity. She stepped into an opening, giving me a shot at about 35 yards. Down she went. I played pup distress for a few minutes, maybe I should have played it a little longer, because when I stepped into the other field to retrieve my downed coyote, there was another one about 175 yards out. It saw me and took off.
Getting one is better than none, especially in these cold conditions, but I love it.
I got to the second farm and set up by 9:45 a.m., but after 15 minutes with no sign of a coyote, I decided to pack it up and move to the other end of the farm (about 500 yards away) to give it a try. I got set up again and, just before 10:30 a.m., started calling toward the neighbouring bush.
I called on and off for about 20 minutes before seeing the head of a coyote bobbing along just on the other side of the tree line. He stopped, and I could only see his ears and head through the brush. I muted the call, hoping he’d step into the field, but that didn’t work, she just sat there (I wonder what she was thinking).
I decided to lip squeal her a few times, and that was enough to spark her curiosity. She stepped into an opening, giving me a shot at about 35 yards. Down she went. I played pup distress for a few minutes, maybe I should have played it a little longer, because when I stepped into the other field to retrieve my downed coyote, there was another one about 175 yards out. It saw me and took off.
Getting one is better than none, especially in these cold conditions, but I love it.
At least someone is seeing some moving around. Haven't seen a thing since the snow storm.
