What ever the shot string is, you have to leade a coyote running full speed. I remember a hunt in S. Ca with four of us in two trucks. We parked the trucks on the first stand as daylight was breaking, and noticed a light snow starting to fall. We were all experienced howlers and hand callers. We took turns hand calling. Strangest thing happened, we could hear coyotes coming to us barking and howling like a bunch of beagles. We picked up 4 on that stand.
By the next stand, it was snowing at a pretty good clip. We were all in a straight line when we started calling. We had coyotes coming in on us from all directions. We picked up 5 on that stand, lots of misses as guys were getting excited, missing what appeared to be easy shots, broadside coyotes running wide open.
ON the next stand, we had a lone coyote come in and he ran about 40 yards from us, straight left to right and there were 13 buckshot rounds shot at him. I got him at around 75 yards with a single buckshot to the back of the head.
By this time, ice had started to form on the windshilds and we were worried about getting back through the pass on the interstate, we headed home with 5 rounds of buckshot between the 4 of us and we had picked up 13 for that mornings hunt.
Later on we tried to count up the number of rounds of buckshot we had shot, but we could not truly say. We had a very exciting morning and a hunt of a life time. Two of use were experienced shooters with a shot gun, the other two rarely if ever shot a shotgun unless they were dropping the hammer on hair...guess who was doing all the shooting??? I laughed more on that hunt than any hunt in my life!
One guy fell off the bucket he was sitting on as he was off balance when he shot the heavy 12ga 3" round, he fell into a grease wood bush getting all tangled up. Another guy emptied his gun, got his glove caught in the bottom of the 1100 as he was trying to stuff shells in it with two coyotes running right buy him. Another guy was smoking a cigarette and jammed the cigarette into his gun as he threw up on a coyote, with ashes and the cigarette going down into his shirt and jacket sitting him on fire.
To add insult to injury, on one stand, we had picked up two coyotes, and were all standing around taking a leake. A coyote came in full speed and ran right between us all, not one even tried to get to their gun! It was snowing to beat the band. A good time for all!
