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Infidel 762

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Last week I was in Georgia hosting the Southern Precision Outdoors tournament. Everybody wants to win, but these tournaments are really about the people—standing shoulder to shoulder with some of the best coyote callers around and BS’ing about what area you actually hunted.

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This weekend I hunted the Oklahoma Wildcatters tournament and we ended up taking 2nd.

We spent two days scouting. Then, from 7 PM to 7 AM, we ran as fast as we could move. If we shot coyotes, we kept calling while one of us ran out to get them. We ended up shooting several in the 350–600 yard range. You get winded running a few hundred yards dragging coyotes.

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You can’t graft a new idea onto a closed mind. I try to stay green and teachable—approaching every stand like I don’t know what I’m doing and need to figure it out. Watching the topo, reading the wind, and trying to catch the little details that are easy to overlook—where coyotes can burn in and out with no shot. Every run, every drag, every shot teaches something. A lot of times it’s in the spaces between the obvious—the mistakes, the unseen paths, the subtle signs—where the hunt keeps me stumbling my way to happy destiny.

I used to always hunt alone. The past couple years I’ve started hunting with others, and it’s made me better. I’ve hunted with some really solid guys and picked up tactics that have challenged some of my old habits and tired approaches. I’m still green, still learning, and still trying to get better at calling coyotes.

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The older I get, the more I realize the coyotes are still the ones doing most of the teaching.
 
Congrats on another successful tournament. I'd like to meet the team that beat you guys. If you're the smartest guy in a room, you're in the wrong room. Life is always teaching us, molding us, and finding the correct mentors to help us along the way is invaluable. Setting our ego aside and self analyzing is as important as the learning we do.
 
Congrats on another successful tournament. I'd like to meet the team that beat you guys. If you're the smartest guy in a room, you're in the wrong room. Life is always teaching us, molding us, and finding the correct mentors to help us along the way is invaluable. Setting our ego aside and self analyzing is as important as the learning we do.

Some Okie coyote killers; Jake Leach, Arron Evans and Jake Leach. I think they are sponsored by the Kill Rack. We beat them in other contests but this time they beat us by 2. I walked up to each of them boys, looked em in the eyes, shook their hands and congratulated them. Then we wound up BSing with each other and they seem like some genuine human beings. They can damn sure pick setups, call and shoot. I respect them for the piles they bring in.
 
Runnin while draggin coyotes IS NOT IN MY VOCABULARY at just a few weeks from 75 :) . Was a runner most of my life but the last 5K was at 67, I said "Mike, your too old for this shit!"
Excellent night yinz had though.

I run every week. I have co-workers that run with me regularly. I change clothes in my office and run after work. But this is different, it takes me a couple days to recover after I hunt like this.
 
The “east” in Jeremy’s pictures look nothing like the east I live in! 😂

Excellent as always, Jeremy! Congrats on the second place finish. Keep on enjoying the learnings. It’ll get boring once you know it all!

This hunt was in Oklahoma, my last hunt was in the Mississippi Delta, that area is flat, you could see 360 degrees with very few places for the coyotes to loose visibility, when we day hunted we got in the thick stuff with shotguns where you could only see a few yards. When I was in Georgia I did not hunt, just helped host the contest.
 
Dang, I wish I’d known about the GA tournament. I wouldn’t have participated, but would’ve loved to listen to whatever anyone had to say.
I probably should’ve announced it here, but some of that old mentality still lingers—like it’s a no-no to promote anything that isn’t a sponsor. You know the kind of mindset that pushed a lot of members to other platforms.

The event was run out of Dublin, GA. Between Fort Benning and Fort Gordon, I hadn’t been back to Georgia since the early 2000s when I was in the Army—hard to believe I earned my jump wings there 25 years ago.


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Paratrooper boots. Funny, a kid in HS always wanted to fill his dad's. IIRC he finally did.
I got out right when the Army transitioned from spit-shined boots to the desert-colored boots you didn’t shine—about the same time leadership started shifting into the whole “woke” era. Paratroopers still spit-shine their Cochran’s, especially for Class A’s, but it’s not everyday wear like it used to be.
 
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