as far as hunts go. Buddy and I were going to a fresh bush hogged field, but he had to drop out due to family illness. I arrived at the field, 83* and humidity about the same, fog covering the field. Got out of truck, glasses fogged up, along with scanner and thermal.
Finally got my stand in the ground, took forever, ground is hard as a rock! Got Foxpro set up and ready. Still can't see thru anything, continually wiping glasses, scanner is almost useless, thinking seriously about going home.
Took off glasses, last attempt thru scanner, and saw something I knew wasn't my caller. Quick look thru scope and there goes a coyote jogging across the field. I lined up the crosshairs just behind the shoulder, never thought about getting him to stop, and touched the trigger of my Tikka 22-250. My 55 gr Varmageddon load put him down hard.
I never turned the call on, but had a big male coyote to show for everything that went wrong. I'll take that!
Finally got my stand in the ground, took forever, ground is hard as a rock! Got Foxpro set up and ready. Still can't see thru anything, continually wiping glasses, scanner is almost useless, thinking seriously about going home.
Took off glasses, last attempt thru scanner, and saw something I knew wasn't my caller. Quick look thru scope and there goes a coyote jogging across the field. I lined up the crosshairs just behind the shoulder, never thought about getting him to stop, and touched the trigger of my Tikka 22-250. My 55 gr Varmageddon load put him down hard.
I never turned the call on, but had a big male coyote to show for everything that went wrong. I'll take that!