Kiiyote30
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Well it was a beautiful 30th of January.
It all began with a night of restless sleep, laying awake in bed wondering what the next day had in store. The feeling of resumes danced in my head and the thought of foul words for the ones that said "Nope aint hirin!"
Than the dog barked...
As I turned and looked it was 6:30am, time to get at er!
After going to town to use the internet and hammer off some resumes, I returned to the old hound dog waiting, not just patiently, but enthralled of what was to come. Time to go for a walk no doubt. As I grabbed the 10/22 we both went barreling out the door, What will we see this time we both surely wondered?
After being encapsulated by the beauty that is nature, we began our decent of the ridge, down into the greasiest, of greasy cedar swamps. Making slow going, we took a much queiter pace, a step here, a step there PAUSE...another step, BOOM Four grouse exploded out behind of the trees, nearly knocking the cigarette out of my mouth, "they got me again" I said to myself as I stood there startled, but not entirely surprised. "They sure aint like the prairie chickens out west..."
He got back to the house at 3:00pm, after 2 hours of tiptoeing threw the pristine landscape that lies beyond the woodshed.
Another 4 cigarettes later, he loaded up the Ford Exploder, with the Primos Alpha Dogg, and the most well tooken care of .250 Savage that made you want to put on white cotton gloves to hold (Snow camo Idea!) With a rifle nearly 4 times his age he arrived at the farm a few concessions over. Got out in the field and loaded up some handloads with 75 Grain V-MAX bullets. After the stand ended up in nothing but 45 thunder chickens, I cranked up Turkey distress to 100 and let her have it, the gobblers flew away freaking out. There sure are almost too many of these things around nowadays, definitely wouldnt starve out here. (Its winter they're grouped up I know Lol)
After packing up, and taking the most indirect route to the next stand, for what ever reason, possibly wondering if it will be another 45-50 stands till the next yote, just like his first victory. He arrived covered head to toe in snow like a drunk bushwacking threw the night.
After placing the call on a rock pile 60 yards to his right and up wind, and with High Pitch Cotton Tail Distress shrieking away, he scanned the open field with his back firmly placed against a tree. Sitting there, day dreaming about whether or not coyotes like to come out in the open, he recalled the 4 + 1 coyotes he and others had missed many years earlier. Out in the open...
With a mind in a haze of failed opportunitys, he glanced right to see a coyote appear out of thin air! Standing but not 20 Yards downwind from the E-Caller, it was surely wondering why that haggard crazy critter just never wants to work, and why There is the sound of Female Invitation howls coming out of nowhere!
The coyote trotted off downwind of the caller, with an unsuspecting hunter in wait.
He managed to get the old .250 up and the coyote spotted the movement, he now standing at 30 yards turned and started to trot away from the mysterious white snowbank that moved. The hunter let out a mild sound of "yip yip!" the coyote turned and looked back, presenting a broadside shot at 60.
CRACK!
Ah friggen rights, he thought, friggen rights...My 2cnd kiiyote!
-A true story brought to you inpart by Kiiyote30.
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It all began with a night of restless sleep, laying awake in bed wondering what the next day had in store. The feeling of resumes danced in my head and the thought of foul words for the ones that said "Nope aint hirin!"
Than the dog barked...
As I turned and looked it was 6:30am, time to get at er!
After going to town to use the internet and hammer off some resumes, I returned to the old hound dog waiting, not just patiently, but enthralled of what was to come. Time to go for a walk no doubt. As I grabbed the 10/22 we both went barreling out the door, What will we see this time we both surely wondered?
After being encapsulated by the beauty that is nature, we began our decent of the ridge, down into the greasiest, of greasy cedar swamps. Making slow going, we took a much queiter pace, a step here, a step there PAUSE...another step, BOOM Four grouse exploded out behind of the trees, nearly knocking the cigarette out of my mouth, "they got me again" I said to myself as I stood there startled, but not entirely surprised. "They sure aint like the prairie chickens out west..."
He got back to the house at 3:00pm, after 2 hours of tiptoeing threw the pristine landscape that lies beyond the woodshed.
Another 4 cigarettes later, he loaded up the Ford Exploder, with the Primos Alpha Dogg, and the most well tooken care of .250 Savage that made you want to put on white cotton gloves to hold (Snow camo Idea!) With a rifle nearly 4 times his age he arrived at the farm a few concessions over. Got out in the field and loaded up some handloads with 75 Grain V-MAX bullets. After the stand ended up in nothing but 45 thunder chickens, I cranked up Turkey distress to 100 and let her have it, the gobblers flew away freaking out. There sure are almost too many of these things around nowadays, definitely wouldnt starve out here. (Its winter they're grouped up I know Lol)
After packing up, and taking the most indirect route to the next stand, for what ever reason, possibly wondering if it will be another 45-50 stands till the next yote, just like his first victory. He arrived covered head to toe in snow like a drunk bushwacking threw the night.
After placing the call on a rock pile 60 yards to his right and up wind, and with High Pitch Cotton Tail Distress shrieking away, he scanned the open field with his back firmly placed against a tree. Sitting there, day dreaming about whether or not coyotes like to come out in the open, he recalled the 4 + 1 coyotes he and others had missed many years earlier. Out in the open...
With a mind in a haze of failed opportunitys, he glanced right to see a coyote appear out of thin air! Standing but not 20 Yards downwind from the E-Caller, it was surely wondering why that haggard crazy critter just never wants to work, and why There is the sound of Female Invitation howls coming out of nowhere!
The coyote trotted off downwind of the caller, with an unsuspecting hunter in wait.
He managed to get the old .250 up and the coyote spotted the movement, he now standing at 30 yards turned and started to trot away from the mysterious white snowbank that moved. The hunter let out a mild sound of "yip yip!" the coyote turned and looked back, presenting a broadside shot at 60.
CRACK!
Ah friggen rights, he thought, friggen rights...My 2cnd kiiyote!
-A true story brought to you inpart by Kiiyote30.
And these proud sponsors,
Canadian Classics
Grizzly Wintergreen
Jalapeno Cream Cheese
Tim Hortons
Hound Dogs
