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Big Lou’s 23/24 Calling Season
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Big Lou
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5 Dog Day - 4 Fell to The Shotty
Morning began with coffee and finishing up cleaning a rifle. I wanted to be out early but, my daughter was home from school due to exams this week and I promised we would enjoy bacon and eggs when she rose. My days of being able to enjoy such things with her are growing less frequent by the month it would seem as she gets older so, seldom do I choose otherwise when opportunity presents. With the dishes licked up, I was off!
Set #1
This is one of my regular spots seasonally. It’s a good producer but hardly ever will it produce multiples. Still, it’s a good one to have in the pocket. Normally I set up on the side of a dugout mound where I have commanding view to the west and south. The sun was quite bright with little cloud cover, so I tucked into the north edge of an isolated clump of trees that was connected to a small slough bottom with lots of young, Red Willow. This is normally where the coyotes will appear from when calling from my normal hide. Shotgunning hopes were very high. Starting with coyote vocals, the silence was shattered. After a few minutes with no answers, I threw out some distress calls. 17 minutes in now, I was considering doing some pup distress when movement caught my eye to the left of me. I could see the head and neck of a coyote just above the young willow. I was well screened from it, so I readied the shotgun. Gave the decoy a flick and the coyote broke into kill mode. Covering the last 30’ or so quite quickly, my quarry was in front of my looking intently at the decoy. With the bead nestled on the coyotes neck at 18 yards, I gave a soft lip squeak. As soon as two yellow eyes and a black nose were in front of the barrel, 27 pellets of #4 buck found its mark. “Right on! Big male down!” I’m pretty sure I blew this coyote out a couple weeks ago leaving a stand about a mile away.
Set #2
I went back to a spot I killed a double on my 3-2-1 day. It had plenty of time to cool off from my last intrusion. Again, I’ve never been blanked here and usually it produces multiples. It just might be my favourite spot. I parked the truck and started down my normal route in. Again, with the sun being so bright, I opted for a slightly different hide so as not to be lit up like a Christmas tree and given how the coyotes came last time, this position not only provided shadows, but an excellent kill alley for the shotgun. Started once again with coyote vocals but different than the last time, I once again had no answers. Not overly concerned, I broke into a series of distress, again, different sounds than the last. 20 minutes into the set, I was starting to get concerned that this would be my first blank ever in this spot. I’m not overly familiar with what anxiety feels like, but I think I was feeling it. Movement! More movement but in a different spot. More! I’m pretty sure there are three. They are in the edge of some old willow and I still can’t confirm. I gave a couple coaxes on the caller and I’ll try to describe the next few moments in a manner it deserves. It was as if I was watching warriors on horseback, rallying in the trees before they charge onto a battlefield. It was absurd. They all did probably 3 or four circles with each other before two and then the third broke into the open. I had the caller only 20 yards away from me. Another squeak of a coax and they all started coming hard. “OH BOY!!!” At 50 yards I started lip squeaking which caused a shift in the two lead coyotes’ course of approach to DIRECTLY AT ME. There was about 30 yards of distance between them. “You guys are dead already. You just don’t know it.” This is going to be very up close. With the lead coyote only 10’ from me, death from the shadows descended upon them. In a smooth motion, I rose and shouldered the shotgun. The lead coyote got low and wheeled but my head had already found the chest of the follower. At the report of the shotgun, it crumpled at 30 yards. Finding the now fleeing lead coyote on the path it had approached from, a quick double tap stoned it only feet from the first. Seeing the third coyote now hauling for the trees, I was unable to get on it with the rifle before it made cover. Quickly firing up pup distress, I let the cadence echo through the trees and creek bottoms. What seemed like only seconds later, I caught streaking movement through the trees and the coyote materialized. It started closing on a bit of an angle and I followed it in the scope as it progressed. Coming to a stop behind a snow bank, I could clearly see its head and neck. I probably could have waited for a body shot, but, at 75 yards, it was all over but the crying. BOOM! CHOP! The 40gr Berger found its mark. “Triple Baby!”
This was how far apart the double died. Big Male and his b****.
Set #3
This spot, I bat around .500 from. It’s weird. Only once, have I ever had a coyote come really hard here. There’s some nuance to it that I just haven’t sorted out as of yet. I called it once about a month ago. No traffic had been down the road for days and abundant coyote tracks cross crossed every couple hundred feet it would seem. Hiding the truck in an old shelter belt and getting geared up, I was inbound. I wasn’t overly hot with my hide as I was blind to the south but, I needed to stay in the shadows. Placing the caller 20 yards away, I tucked into the edge of the trees and vanished. The songs I had been playing were garnishing dance partners so, more of the same. At about 11 minutes, I noticed a pair of Magpies bombing and chattering at something to the west of me. Seeing this many times before, I knew something was inbound. Watching intently in that direction, to my delight, I picked up a pointy set of ears moving just above the stubble about 200 yards away. Giving a coax, I now had a coyote standing head on about 150 yards from me. Pondering getting on the rifle and taking it there, I opted to be a pig and try to suck this one in close too. I brought my hand up and started squeaking as loud as I could muster. True to form in this spot, it started closing but, ever so slowly and I mean slow. There were a half dozen instances I almost got on the rifle but, it did continue closing the gap. At about the 50 yard mark, it looked to the south several times. I can only assume there was another coyote but I could not see that direction. At 22 yards, I couldn’t contain myself any longer and delivered another load of #4 Buck into a fuzzy face. My fourth shotgun coyote of the day.
I was really hoping to be able to share more but, my last two stands for the day were blanks. Work called and I am going in tomorrow, so I hope to be out again on Thursday but, we shall see. Anyway, hope you enjoy the read and pics once more. Happy calling.
Morning began with coffee and finishing up cleaning a rifle. I wanted to be out early but, my daughter was home from school due to exams this week and I promised we would enjoy bacon and eggs when she rose. My days of being able to enjoy such things with her are growing less frequent by the month it would seem as she gets older so, seldom do I choose otherwise when opportunity presents. With the dishes licked up, I was off!
Set #1
This is one of my regular spots seasonally. It’s a good producer but hardly ever will it produce multiples. Still, it’s a good one to have in the pocket. Normally I set up on the side of a dugout mound where I have commanding view to the west and south. The sun was quite bright with little cloud cover, so I tucked into the north edge of an isolated clump of trees that was connected to a small slough bottom with lots of young, Red Willow. This is normally where the coyotes will appear from when calling from my normal hide. Shotgunning hopes were very high. Starting with coyote vocals, the silence was shattered. After a few minutes with no answers, I threw out some distress calls. 17 minutes in now, I was considering doing some pup distress when movement caught my eye to the left of me. I could see the head and neck of a coyote just above the young willow. I was well screened from it, so I readied the shotgun. Gave the decoy a flick and the coyote broke into kill mode. Covering the last 30’ or so quite quickly, my quarry was in front of my looking intently at the decoy. With the bead nestled on the coyotes neck at 18 yards, I gave a soft lip squeak. As soon as two yellow eyes and a black nose were in front of the barrel, 27 pellets of #4 buck found its mark. “Right on! Big male down!” I’m pretty sure I blew this coyote out a couple weeks ago leaving a stand about a mile away.
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Set #2
I went back to a spot I killed a double on my 3-2-1 day. It had plenty of time to cool off from my last intrusion. Again, I’ve never been blanked here and usually it produces multiples. It just might be my favourite spot. I parked the truck and started down my normal route in. Again, with the sun being so bright, I opted for a slightly different hide so as not to be lit up like a Christmas tree and given how the coyotes came last time, this position not only provided shadows, but an excellent kill alley for the shotgun. Started once again with coyote vocals but different than the last time, I once again had no answers. Not overly concerned, I broke into a series of distress, again, different sounds than the last. 20 minutes into the set, I was starting to get concerned that this would be my first blank ever in this spot. I’m not overly familiar with what anxiety feels like, but I think I was feeling it. Movement! More movement but in a different spot. More! I’m pretty sure there are three. They are in the edge of some old willow and I still can’t confirm. I gave a couple coaxes on the caller and I’ll try to describe the next few moments in a manner it deserves. It was as if I was watching warriors on horseback, rallying in the trees before they charge onto a battlefield. It was absurd. They all did probably 3 or four circles with each other before two and then the third broke into the open. I had the caller only 20 yards away from me. Another squeak of a coax and they all started coming hard. “OH BOY!!!” At 50 yards I started lip squeaking which caused a shift in the two lead coyotes’ course of approach to DIRECTLY AT ME. There was about 30 yards of distance between them. “You guys are dead already. You just don’t know it.” This is going to be very up close. With the lead coyote only 10’ from me, death from the shadows descended upon them. In a smooth motion, I rose and shouldered the shotgun. The lead coyote got low and wheeled but my head had already found the chest of the follower. At the report of the shotgun, it crumpled at 30 yards. Finding the now fleeing lead coyote on the path it had approached from, a quick double tap stoned it only feet from the first. Seeing the third coyote now hauling for the trees, I was unable to get on it with the rifle before it made cover. Quickly firing up pup distress, I let the cadence echo through the trees and creek bottoms. What seemed like only seconds later, I caught streaking movement through the trees and the coyote materialized. It started closing on a bit of an angle and I followed it in the scope as it progressed. Coming to a stop behind a snow bank, I could clearly see its head and neck. I probably could have waited for a body shot, but, at 75 yards, it was all over but the crying. BOOM! CHOP! The 40gr Berger found its mark. “Triple Baby!”
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This was how far apart the double died. Big Male and his b****.
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Set #3
This spot, I bat around .500 from. It’s weird. Only once, have I ever had a coyote come really hard here. There’s some nuance to it that I just haven’t sorted out as of yet. I called it once about a month ago. No traffic had been down the road for days and abundant coyote tracks cross crossed every couple hundred feet it would seem. Hiding the truck in an old shelter belt and getting geared up, I was inbound. I wasn’t overly hot with my hide as I was blind to the south but, I needed to stay in the shadows. Placing the caller 20 yards away, I tucked into the edge of the trees and vanished. The songs I had been playing were garnishing dance partners so, more of the same. At about 11 minutes, I noticed a pair of Magpies bombing and chattering at something to the west of me. Seeing this many times before, I knew something was inbound. Watching intently in that direction, to my delight, I picked up a pointy set of ears moving just above the stubble about 200 yards away. Giving a coax, I now had a coyote standing head on about 150 yards from me. Pondering getting on the rifle and taking it there, I opted to be a pig and try to suck this one in close too. I brought my hand up and started squeaking as loud as I could muster. True to form in this spot, it started closing but, ever so slowly and I mean slow. There were a half dozen instances I almost got on the rifle but, it did continue closing the gap. At about the 50 yard mark, it looked to the south several times. I can only assume there was another coyote but I could not see that direction. At 22 yards, I couldn’t contain myself any longer and delivered another load of #4 Buck into a fuzzy face. My fourth shotgun coyote of the day.
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I was really hoping to be able to share more but, my last two stands for the day were blanks. Work called and I am going in tomorrow, so I hope to be out again on Thursday but, we shall see. Anyway, hope you enjoy the read and pics once more. Happy calling.
Big Lou
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The Last Stand
Not meaning to give those boys a shameless plug but, there you go Geoff & Rick. The title is fitting.
I started today with high hopes. Post storm. Fresh snow. Calm winds. Cool but not cold. They should be on.
After getting blanked my first stand, I made a second. Completely misread the contour of the land and ended up with a big low spot directly downwind of me. I got to watch one lope away from me. It probably got sub 100 yards before winding me for crying out loud. “Right on. You’re really playing to win today hey.” I figured I’d switch it up and moved about 8 miles west. A spot I had called earlier in the season was ready for another go and the wind was perfect. I hiked the mile in and got settled.
Not enjoying any earlier success with the caller, I let wail with the mouth calls. 9-10 minutes in, I saw about 30 whitetails blow out of a slough bottom to the north of me. “Something is inbound” I thought and readied myself for the impending action. A pair of coyotes came into view about 250-275 yards away. It was at this time, the one started acting a touch nervous and I heard the loud, low drone of a big diesel. Looking east, I could see a testing crew of some sort coming up the half mile line. “You’re kidding me”!! Looking back to the pair, I saw one make the trees, then the other. They started yapping in the trees but the stand was shot. They didn’t make me, so I’ll get back to them later in the week. I was sour with the crew, but they didn’t know any better and are just out earning a buck. I hoped they were having a better day than myself. Okay, we’re switching areas again. 10miles north.
I hadn’t called this spot yet this year. Another blank. Well, let’s hit another spot. Blanked even though at least 5 coyotes answered my howls in the set. It was 4:18 when I got back to the truck. Time for one more stand. 70mph to my entry point, I hurriedly gathered my gear after parking in a hidden location and started high stepping in.
The Last Stand
After getting the caller situated and myself, atop a little mound; I let rip with a single howl. It was immediately answered by one, then another and another until I lost count. No joke, there was at least a dozen howling but it sounded like there was 50. The closest being sub 400 yards. I was set up nicely for some shotgun action so I started singing with the mouth call. Nothing. Tried again. Nothing. Again. Same result. Maybe venison as deer trails abound around my hide. Fawn distress on the caller produced nothing. Light was fading fast. “Guess we’ll try some pup distress and hope to evoke a pack response.” I got a hand on the grip of the shotgun and let fly. Maybe 30 seconds after letting loose with the sounds of a crying pup, flashes of movement in the trees caught my eyes. Lots of movement - multiples. Mute the caller.
A pair broke from the trees initially, then a single and finally another pair. There are 5. I need to play this smart. The first pair were the closest to me and I needed them to get further away from the trees so that when I shot, it wasn’t in the direction of the other three. With all 5 coyotes now within 100 yards, things were going to happen fast.
I swung into motion on one of the first pair and it came to a stop at about 45 yards. The shotgun barked and a load of 4 Buck found the head and neck of my target, folding it instantly. Getting on the second coyote of the first pair, I ripped twice and saw it roll, or so I thought. Dropping the shotgun and mounting the rifle, it was chaos in front of me. The crosshairs settled on the arse of a fleeing coyote. BOOM! CHOP! The air was filled with the cry’s of the coyote I had just struck. Cycling another round in, I was unable to get on the other two. A quick glance back towards the coyote I had just shot showed it streaking for the trees. I fell into a nice lead after a quick adjustment on the bipod. BOOM! CHOP! And I saw a big spray of snow. I quickly switched to dying coyote on the caller and saw more streaking in the trees. A silver ghost appeared in a small window through the branches and stopped. I settled the crosshairs on the base of the neck and sent the 40gr Berger. BOOM! CHOP! I watched it hunch up and fold in the scope. With the caller still wailing, movement once more caught my eye as another coyote materialized from the timber. My rifle was not in the correct position at this moment and the coyote was staring intently in my direction. Thinking I already had 4 down, “let’s risk it for the biscuit” and I made my move. The coyote wheeled immediately and made for the trees. It stopped just inside the tree line when I woofed at it. As a head, neck and shoulder appeared in the crosshairs whilst peeking back from behind a big poplar, the trigger broke once more. BOOM! CHOP! “Is that 5! Did I just get 5”? Looking back out to where the shotgunning had occurred, I saw just a single laying there. I walked out to investigate and the second one had indeed gotten up and peaced out. “Damn.” On my stroll to collect the other three, I looked over and saw tines poking up through the snow. “NO WAY! A shed too!” Thinking it was a big whitetail shed, I was slightly let down when it turned out to be a mule deer. First quad of the year and it was darn near five.
It was a bit of a tough day overall but, I’m glad I stuck with it. Really wish I would have got that 5th too but it wasn’t to be I suppose. I hope you enjoy the read and pics. It wasn’t a big numbers day like I had hoped but, that was a hell of a last stand.
Not meaning to give those boys a shameless plug but, there you go Geoff & Rick. The title is fitting.
I started today with high hopes. Post storm. Fresh snow. Calm winds. Cool but not cold. They should be on.
After getting blanked my first stand, I made a second. Completely misread the contour of the land and ended up with a big low spot directly downwind of me. I got to watch one lope away from me. It probably got sub 100 yards before winding me for crying out loud. “Right on. You’re really playing to win today hey.” I figured I’d switch it up and moved about 8 miles west. A spot I had called earlier in the season was ready for another go and the wind was perfect. I hiked the mile in and got settled.
Not enjoying any earlier success with the caller, I let wail with the mouth calls. 9-10 minutes in, I saw about 30 whitetails blow out of a slough bottom to the north of me. “Something is inbound” I thought and readied myself for the impending action. A pair of coyotes came into view about 250-275 yards away. It was at this time, the one started acting a touch nervous and I heard the loud, low drone of a big diesel. Looking east, I could see a testing crew of some sort coming up the half mile line. “You’re kidding me”!! Looking back to the pair, I saw one make the trees, then the other. They started yapping in the trees but the stand was shot. They didn’t make me, so I’ll get back to them later in the week. I was sour with the crew, but they didn’t know any better and are just out earning a buck. I hoped they were having a better day than myself. Okay, we’re switching areas again. 10miles north.
I hadn’t called this spot yet this year. Another blank. Well, let’s hit another spot. Blanked even though at least 5 coyotes answered my howls in the set. It was 4:18 when I got back to the truck. Time for one more stand. 70mph to my entry point, I hurriedly gathered my gear after parking in a hidden location and started high stepping in.
The Last Stand
After getting the caller situated and myself, atop a little mound; I let rip with a single howl. It was immediately answered by one, then another and another until I lost count. No joke, there was at least a dozen howling but it sounded like there was 50. The closest being sub 400 yards. I was set up nicely for some shotgun action so I started singing with the mouth call. Nothing. Tried again. Nothing. Again. Same result. Maybe venison as deer trails abound around my hide. Fawn distress on the caller produced nothing. Light was fading fast. “Guess we’ll try some pup distress and hope to evoke a pack response.” I got a hand on the grip of the shotgun and let fly. Maybe 30 seconds after letting loose with the sounds of a crying pup, flashes of movement in the trees caught my eyes. Lots of movement - multiples. Mute the caller.
A pair broke from the trees initially, then a single and finally another pair. There are 5. I need to play this smart. The first pair were the closest to me and I needed them to get further away from the trees so that when I shot, it wasn’t in the direction of the other three. With all 5 coyotes now within 100 yards, things were going to happen fast.
I swung into motion on one of the first pair and it came to a stop at about 45 yards. The shotgun barked and a load of 4 Buck found the head and neck of my target, folding it instantly. Getting on the second coyote of the first pair, I ripped twice and saw it roll, or so I thought. Dropping the shotgun and mounting the rifle, it was chaos in front of me. The crosshairs settled on the arse of a fleeing coyote. BOOM! CHOP! The air was filled with the cry’s of the coyote I had just struck. Cycling another round in, I was unable to get on the other two. A quick glance back towards the coyote I had just shot showed it streaking for the trees. I fell into a nice lead after a quick adjustment on the bipod. BOOM! CHOP! And I saw a big spray of snow. I quickly switched to dying coyote on the caller and saw more streaking in the trees. A silver ghost appeared in a small window through the branches and stopped. I settled the crosshairs on the base of the neck and sent the 40gr Berger. BOOM! CHOP! I watched it hunch up and fold in the scope. With the caller still wailing, movement once more caught my eye as another coyote materialized from the timber. My rifle was not in the correct position at this moment and the coyote was staring intently in my direction. Thinking I already had 4 down, “let’s risk it for the biscuit” and I made my move. The coyote wheeled immediately and made for the trees. It stopped just inside the tree line when I woofed at it. As a head, neck and shoulder appeared in the crosshairs whilst peeking back from behind a big poplar, the trigger broke once more. BOOM! CHOP! “Is that 5! Did I just get 5”? Looking back out to where the shotgunning had occurred, I saw just a single laying there. I walked out to investigate and the second one had indeed gotten up and peaced out. “Damn.” On my stroll to collect the other three, I looked over and saw tines poking up through the snow. “NO WAY! A shed too!” Thinking it was a big whitetail shed, I was slightly let down when it turned out to be a mule deer. First quad of the year and it was darn near five.
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It was a bit of a tough day overall but, I’m glad I stuck with it. Really wish I would have got that 5th too but it wasn’t to be I suppose. I hope you enjoy the read and pics. It wasn’t a big numbers day like I had hoped but, that was a hell of a last stand.
Big Lou
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The Last Three Days
I’m torn on how to deliver the last 72 hours of hunting. I love posting the successes for people to enjoy but, it’s been tough slugging. I’ll try and condense things so it isn’t such an essay.
Wednesday,
First stand of the morning went just perfect. It was quite windy so my play was to get on the downwind side or into the trees. The former in this case. I had treated myself to a shopping spree of new sounds for the caller the night before and couldn’t wait to try some out. I was just laying on my back in the hay field in the shadows of a small hill about 60 yards from the tree line. 7 minutes in, I saw ears above the buck brush, then a face and finally a body materialized. It wasn’t in a hurry, as it had arrived during a pause in my sequence. I let it close of its own accord, raised the shotgun in a smooth motion as I brought my body up. I had timed my move as it looked back at the trees. When its eyes returned and had just met mine, I sent the load of #4 buck into its face at 28 yards. It crumpled instantly. Not even a tail wag. Another big Tom down.
My fourth set really hurts - bad. I got right in the trees. It was tight but I knew the trail any coyotes would take to come in. Figured it would be a good spot to try with my mouth howler. I wasn’t entirely situated yet. I had planned on getting the shotgun on my knee pointed in the general direction of the deer trail. I sounded off with a solitary howl. I looked down and was just about to lift me knee when directly in front of me, a coyote sounded off with a challenge. It hadn’t even been 10 seconds! I spied the Tom about 35 yards in front of me, on the very trail. His bitch, just behind him. I really didn’t know what to do. They both started to close so I let it play out. Like the pig I am, with the Tom now at 19 yards and the bitch only paces behind, I was still being stupid; wanting them both. I can only assume the wind swirled because the bitch wheeled and ran like her tail was on fire and the Tom a quarter second later. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you serious? You just let that, THAT happen?” I howled a few more times but they were done playing. A flash of movement to the west of me caught my attention and I spied another coyote streaking in. This one solidified to me that the wind was certainly swirling in there. He piled on the brakes at 50 yards like he had hit a wall. I ripped at him 3 times with the shotgun but, no dice. That was bad. So very bad.
Another blank set found me in a different area afterwards. I ended up pulling one to the tree line. I figured it would close but made a fool of me. I’m sure I could have gotten on it at 200 yards but wouldn’t you know it, it turns and back into the bush. Would not come out again. Another two blank stands to finish the day. That was a lot of work for one coyote.
Thursday
Fickle winds greeted my face when I walked out of the house in the dark. I looked at a couple wind maps and it was a total hodgepodge. Swirls and rolls and sweeps were everywhere on the map. I should have just stayed home but, I’m stubborn.
My second set had me after The Mensa Coyote. Why on earth I made this choice, that day, I will never know. Long story short, the wind was good when I walked in. I didn’t feel it change 225 degrees. But, it did. And wouldn’t you know it, I had that miserable Tom and his Bitch coming at long last with another younger male in tow. Again, it was like an invisible man had slammed them in the faces with a 2”x8”. They all wheeled and were gone. I knew what had happened, I just hadn’t felt it happen. Not like I’ve been trying to kill that coyote for nearly half a decade or anything. No big deal. I was some dejected.
Several dry stands later, I finally got into one again. I had deployed my coyote decoy on a hill top and was doing an entire sequence of new coyote vocals. I was about 10 minutes in when I thought I saw a set of ears above a hilltop, and then a coyote came bounding into view. It saw my coyote decoy and went about 70 yards upwind of it. Then sat down and stared at it for close to a minute. I had the shotgun on it already but wanted to see how it would play out with the decoy. It finally rose from its haunches and started trotting towards the decoy. I didn’t want it to cut my tracks and spook so I decided to let fly. I had completely misjudged the distance, thinking it at 45 yards; it was actually at 60 yards. I hit it all three times with the shotgun and my head just about exploded when it started running away. Onto the 6mmAI in a flash and made a quick running shot to finish things. I’m always amazed how tough these things are.
More blank sets to round out the day. I did find a pretty nice dead WT rack. I wasn’t dealing with getting a found dead permit with dicey phone service, so I snapped a photo and will recover when I’m in there looking for sheds come spring.
Friday
Morning had me sneaking into a field that I had been seeing coyotes mousing for a few days now. I glassed what I could before heading in but the field undulates in a way that its entirety cannot be seen from the road. Peeking over a hill top, I could see a coyote moving south. Then I spied another to the south of that coyote. I wasn’t going to be able to get where I wanted, so I figured I’d lay down and see what happens with some soft cries on the mouth call. Well, 20 seconds later, there were three sets of eyes staring my direction. I actually thought it was going to play out alright but one spooked and the other two followed suit. I ran to the next hilltop and got prone on one, now about 450 yards away. My wind call was good but my bullet missed high. That was unfortunate.
The next set had me going back to a spot I had called about a week ago. It’s where the fight broke out and three of the four peaced out. Well, in the weeks interim, they had killed a deer and I found the carcass on the way in. What a murder scene. No joke, it was like The Ghost and The Darkness when the lion kills Remington. I’ve never seen so much blood. Coyote tracks were everywhere. Let’s get to calling! Getting situated, I pounded out some distress with the hand calls. It hadn’t been much more than 4 minutes and I had a coyote streaking along the bottom of the hill in front of me. I have no idea where it came from. I gave a couple loud “WOOFS” to try and stop it but instead, it grabbed a gear. I was on it with the rifle almost immediately when it came into view and falling into a comfy lead before before breaking the trigger, a resounding BOOM! CHOP! echoed back to me. Looking to the south, I could see another coyote scathing for cover. I gave a loud, long “WOOOOOH” and it came to a stop. I figured it to be around 450 yards and touched off. Again, my wind call was perfect but I shot over once more. Getting back to calling, I switched to howls and fights. I caught movement to the west of my position and could see a coyote working towards my position through the slough grass. It got onto to open ice of the slough and then started swinging wide. I knew it wasn’t going to be getting any closer so I shifted with the rifle into a shooting position when it went behind some willows. As soon as it came into view again I gave another long “WOOOO”. It came to a halt in its travels and I nestled the crosshairs with my 350 yard hold over. “BOOOOOOM! CHOP!” I later paced it out at 347 yards. Lucky guess. I did have the previous miss to pull on for my range estimation though. Anyway, not text book but, a solid double.
I had to get my daughter to the Orthodontist so I had to put the day on pause. I was able to get out for another set after taking care of Fatherly obligations. It was all coyote vocals with my howler. I wasn’t running a timer or anything so, I’d guess it was about 15minutes into the set. I saw three or four magpies bombing at something in a little dip. I swung the rifle over immediately and waited for the coyote to pop into view on the chance that it would try to swing downwind without a shot opp. It was coming steady enough that I probably could have had a chance to shotgun it but, I had already committed. It came to a halt at 70 yards, looking around for the coyotes it had heard. The crosshair settled on its shoulder and the rifle barked once more. BOOM! CHOP! Another big Tom down and #45 in my tally.
I pounded out another 2 sets before pulling the pin. Both blanks. There was one coyote screwing around about 700 yards away on one set but it had zero interest. It was 80 yards off the road when I went by. I’ll get it another day.
Lots of work and screw ups to match. I can’t win every day. I did however, just sit and watch the sun set on Thursday. Instead of a last minute, hurried set. A cigarette really would have made that moment. Thinking about what I was thinking about when I was twelve. Lol…. Anyway, enjoy the read. I’ll be out again tomorrow. See if the coyote gods will smile upon me once more.
I’m torn on how to deliver the last 72 hours of hunting. I love posting the successes for people to enjoy but, it’s been tough slugging. I’ll try and condense things so it isn’t such an essay.
Wednesday,
First stand of the morning went just perfect. It was quite windy so my play was to get on the downwind side or into the trees. The former in this case. I had treated myself to a shopping spree of new sounds for the caller the night before and couldn’t wait to try some out. I was just laying on my back in the hay field in the shadows of a small hill about 60 yards from the tree line. 7 minutes in, I saw ears above the buck brush, then a face and finally a body materialized. It wasn’t in a hurry, as it had arrived during a pause in my sequence. I let it close of its own accord, raised the shotgun in a smooth motion as I brought my body up. I had timed my move as it looked back at the trees. When its eyes returned and had just met mine, I sent the load of #4 buck into its face at 28 yards. It crumpled instantly. Not even a tail wag. Another big Tom down.
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My fourth set really hurts - bad. I got right in the trees. It was tight but I knew the trail any coyotes would take to come in. Figured it would be a good spot to try with my mouth howler. I wasn’t entirely situated yet. I had planned on getting the shotgun on my knee pointed in the general direction of the deer trail. I sounded off with a solitary howl. I looked down and was just about to lift me knee when directly in front of me, a coyote sounded off with a challenge. It hadn’t even been 10 seconds! I spied the Tom about 35 yards in front of me, on the very trail. His bitch, just behind him. I really didn’t know what to do. They both started to close so I let it play out. Like the pig I am, with the Tom now at 19 yards and the bitch only paces behind, I was still being stupid; wanting them both. I can only assume the wind swirled because the bitch wheeled and ran like her tail was on fire and the Tom a quarter second later. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you serious? You just let that, THAT happen?” I howled a few more times but they were done playing. A flash of movement to the west of me caught my attention and I spied another coyote streaking in. This one solidified to me that the wind was certainly swirling in there. He piled on the brakes at 50 yards like he had hit a wall. I ripped at him 3 times with the shotgun but, no dice. That was bad. So very bad.
Another blank set found me in a different area afterwards. I ended up pulling one to the tree line. I figured it would close but made a fool of me. I’m sure I could have gotten on it at 200 yards but wouldn’t you know it, it turns and back into the bush. Would not come out again. Another two blank stands to finish the day. That was a lot of work for one coyote.
Thursday
Fickle winds greeted my face when I walked out of the house in the dark. I looked at a couple wind maps and it was a total hodgepodge. Swirls and rolls and sweeps were everywhere on the map. I should have just stayed home but, I’m stubborn.
My second set had me after The Mensa Coyote. Why on earth I made this choice, that day, I will never know. Long story short, the wind was good when I walked in. I didn’t feel it change 225 degrees. But, it did. And wouldn’t you know it, I had that miserable Tom and his Bitch coming at long last with another younger male in tow. Again, it was like an invisible man had slammed them in the faces with a 2”x8”. They all wheeled and were gone. I knew what had happened, I just hadn’t felt it happen. Not like I’ve been trying to kill that coyote for nearly half a decade or anything. No big deal. I was some dejected.
Several dry stands later, I finally got into one again. I had deployed my coyote decoy on a hill top and was doing an entire sequence of new coyote vocals. I was about 10 minutes in when I thought I saw a set of ears above a hilltop, and then a coyote came bounding into view. It saw my coyote decoy and went about 70 yards upwind of it. Then sat down and stared at it for close to a minute. I had the shotgun on it already but wanted to see how it would play out with the decoy. It finally rose from its haunches and started trotting towards the decoy. I didn’t want it to cut my tracks and spook so I decided to let fly. I had completely misjudged the distance, thinking it at 45 yards; it was actually at 60 yards. I hit it all three times with the shotgun and my head just about exploded when it started running away. Onto the 6mmAI in a flash and made a quick running shot to finish things. I’m always amazed how tough these things are.
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More blank sets to round out the day. I did find a pretty nice dead WT rack. I wasn’t dealing with getting a found dead permit with dicey phone service, so I snapped a photo and will recover when I’m in there looking for sheds come spring.
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Friday
Morning had me sneaking into a field that I had been seeing coyotes mousing for a few days now. I glassed what I could before heading in but the field undulates in a way that its entirety cannot be seen from the road. Peeking over a hill top, I could see a coyote moving south. Then I spied another to the south of that coyote. I wasn’t going to be able to get where I wanted, so I figured I’d lay down and see what happens with some soft cries on the mouth call. Well, 20 seconds later, there were three sets of eyes staring my direction. I actually thought it was going to play out alright but one spooked and the other two followed suit. I ran to the next hilltop and got prone on one, now about 450 yards away. My wind call was good but my bullet missed high. That was unfortunate.
The next set had me going back to a spot I had called about a week ago. It’s where the fight broke out and three of the four peaced out. Well, in the weeks interim, they had killed a deer and I found the carcass on the way in. What a murder scene. No joke, it was like The Ghost and The Darkness when the lion kills Remington. I’ve never seen so much blood. Coyote tracks were everywhere. Let’s get to calling! Getting situated, I pounded out some distress with the hand calls. It hadn’t been much more than 4 minutes and I had a coyote streaking along the bottom of the hill in front of me. I have no idea where it came from. I gave a couple loud “WOOFS” to try and stop it but instead, it grabbed a gear. I was on it with the rifle almost immediately when it came into view and falling into a comfy lead before before breaking the trigger, a resounding BOOM! CHOP! echoed back to me. Looking to the south, I could see another coyote scathing for cover. I gave a loud, long “WOOOOOH” and it came to a stop. I figured it to be around 450 yards and touched off. Again, my wind call was perfect but I shot over once more. Getting back to calling, I switched to howls and fights. I caught movement to the west of my position and could see a coyote working towards my position through the slough grass. It got onto to open ice of the slough and then started swinging wide. I knew it wasn’t going to be getting any closer so I shifted with the rifle into a shooting position when it went behind some willows. As soon as it came into view again I gave another long “WOOOO”. It came to a halt in its travels and I nestled the crosshairs with my 350 yard hold over. “BOOOOOOM! CHOP!” I later paced it out at 347 yards. Lucky guess. I did have the previous miss to pull on for my range estimation though. Anyway, not text book but, a solid double.
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I had to get my daughter to the Orthodontist so I had to put the day on pause. I was able to get out for another set after taking care of Fatherly obligations. It was all coyote vocals with my howler. I wasn’t running a timer or anything so, I’d guess it was about 15minutes into the set. I saw three or four magpies bombing at something in a little dip. I swung the rifle over immediately and waited for the coyote to pop into view on the chance that it would try to swing downwind without a shot opp. It was coming steady enough that I probably could have had a chance to shotgun it but, I had already committed. It came to a halt at 70 yards, looking around for the coyotes it had heard. The crosshair settled on its shoulder and the rifle barked once more. BOOM! CHOP! Another big Tom down and #45 in my tally.
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I pounded out another 2 sets before pulling the pin. Both blanks. There was one coyote screwing around about 700 yards away on one set but it had zero interest. It was 80 yards off the road when I went by. I’ll get it another day.
Lots of work and screw ups to match. I can’t win every day. I did however, just sit and watch the sun set on Thursday. Instead of a last minute, hurried set. A cigarette really would have made that moment. Thinking about what I was thinking about when I was twelve. Lol…. Anyway, enjoy the read. I’ll be out again tomorrow. See if the coyote gods will smile upon me once more.
Big Lou
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7 Fell Today
The last week of calling has been relatively slow for me. I didn’t hunt yesterday, so I took the opportunity to do some scouting and chat with a few landowners I hadn’t asked for permission yet this year. I saw more coyotes just driving around yesterday afternoon than I’ve seen all winter. Looked like they were finally turning on again & I would be out.
Stand #1
Part of permission was on some contiguous pasture with several blocks of bush. There are six quarters, all in a block and my plan was to sort of zig zag my way to three spots. It is solid bush to the east of this pasture and from the looks of things, several coyotes were frequenting the area. I nestled myself into the shade on a hillside and got to calling. I had ran through an entire sequence using my mouth calls. I even stayed in the spot longer than I normally do. I checked my phone and saw that I had been calling for 30min. Figuring it was a bust, I started getting my gear together. I had just stood up and saw a coyote crest a ride about 60 yards away. Imagine my surprise as I dropped to my knees and my quarry did not see me, continuing to close. It dropped out of sight and I knew it would wind me soon. Had I been a little more forward thinking, an aggressive move with the shotgun would have worked marvellously. It winded me and was doing Mach Chicken when it came into view. I missed my first shot with the rifle but, connected my second; seeing it go cartwheeling into the trees downhill. Neither of those shots felt good and a sinking feeling crept over me that it could be, one of those days. Keeping with my initial intentions of clean pictures, I will not be posting this one. Suffice to say, it was a head shot and we will leave it at that.
Stand #2
Snaking and weaving my way along, I selected a brush pile about 700 yards from where I had first called. I opted to set up the caller for this situation. I opened with some woodpecker and then blue jay distress. I’d seen a set of fox prints on the way in so I fired out a series of fox distress. A minute or so after muting, I saw a coyote crest a hill about 225-250 yards away. It sat down and was surveying the scene. Letting loose with a coax, it sprang into action immediately and came running. As it dropped out of sight, I readied the shotgun for it to reappear. Its head came into view and I gave one flip of the decoy. That was all it took to sell the ruse. It closed to within mere feet of the caller in full stalk mode. The shotgun rocked in my arms and my second coyote of the morning folded.
Stand #3
This one is another hilltop set up. About a half mile from the second set. It generally plays out the same way for whatever reason and I get some shotgun action. This morning proved to be no different. One series on the mouth call had a gaggle of Magpies squawking in the tree tops of the fence line. Watching several dropping towards something unseen in the trees, I gave a soft “t’waaa t’waa t’wa”. Almost immediately, I saw a coyote and then another, about 70 yards away. Both were peering through the grass and sparse trees in my direction. With a couple soft lip squeaks, they came. One was coming on a string and the other, still closing but was out of shotgun range. With the lead coyote only 20 yards away, it was time. Raising up, the closest coyote half floored me by just standing there and receiving the load of shot to the face. Dropping the shotgun and mounting the rifle, me earlier fears were confirmed as I proceeded to whiff two running shots. “Alright. So the runners aren’t in trouble yet today.” I collected the Bitch for a photo and commenced my 1.5mile hike back to the truck.
Stand #4
Hadn’t called this spot yet this winter. I was legitimately surprised to get blanked here. Not even a Magpie showed.
A quick stop for fuel and I was off to some new permission. I’d called here many times but, that land had changed hands and I’d only recently procured the digits of the new owners. They were gracious enough to grant access without ever meeting them.
Stand #5
I’m not happy over how this went down. I selected a stand. Got all set up and then, second guessed my choice. Gathered my gear and moved another 600 yards further in. Turns out, my initial selection was where I should have stayed. I had a pair coming to pup distress and they started swinging to get downwind at approximately 175 yards. Several “WOOO”s later, they were not stopping. “Perfect. Your running shooting has been so on point this morning. This should be good.” I knew I had missed as soon as I squeezed. Trying another poke, the result was the same. “YOU SUCK TODAY”. End of story.
Stand #6
I was going to head across the road and call about a mile away from where I had just called. That pair had ran that way but I cared not. There’s a good network of willow, slough bottoms and poplar bluffs. I’ve enjoyed much success there over the years. This proved true once more. Getting tucked in my usual spot, I sent another round of fox distress into the surrounding area. Within 2 minutes, I had a pair looking my direction at about 200 yards. With the wide swings downwind becoming a more regular thing as of late, I moved myself with the rifle as they went out of sight for a moment. Reappearing at 130 yards, I thought I was placing my crosshairs on the Tom. It was such a nice, big coyote. It dwarfed its partner. A resounding BOOM! CHOP! Greeted my ears as the coyote dropped right where it stood. I never even shot at its fleeing mate. Confidence just wasn’t there. I don’t know if I’ve ever killed such a large female. Only one other comes to mind and she wasn’t even close to the same quality of fur.
Stand #7
Last week, I had a set interrupted by a work crew while I had a coyote working in. I quite like this spot. It’s a quick and easy walk through the pasture. There’s a nice little patch of buck brush to set up in and the snow always drifts into this spot in a way that, it almost creates a lounger. Anyway, I had not spooked the coyote so I wasn’t worried about a non response. Tucked into my lounger and the caller out in front, I let a soft and short series of rabbit distress echo through the bluffs and hollows. I was prepared to stay quiet for up to 10 minutes. Volume and lots of calling has never proved to be of any benefit here. At the 2.5 minute mark, I spied ears in the exact same spot that last weeks coyote had appeared. I then saw another and another. All three were out of the trees and exposed at about 120yards. One being a real toad of a coyote. My pulse quickened at the thought of taking a Tom of this stature. I started coaxing but none were really buying it. One of them had gone for a little walkabout and was now about 200 yards away. The two closer coyotes turned and walked back into the bush after our several minute stalemate. “NOOO!” Thinking this may not go my way, I opted to get the rifle on Dundee. There was a little bit of buck brush in between us but, I figured I could keep the bullet above the stems and still kill it. BOOM! I heard impact but it didn’t sound normal. The coyote disappeared. I fired up some pup distress and dying coyote. Cycling back and forth between the two rapidly. I saw a coyote emerge again from the brush. It was looking intently in the direction of where the first coyote had been. I immediately thought I had wounded it and it was moving or thrashing. I found it in my sight picture and settled the crosshair on the shoulder. BOOM! CHOP! And I watched the coyote tip over in my scope. I decided to try a fight sound. It was almost immediately answered with a challenge. “The Alpha! It’s the toad! I know it is”! I started cycling between fights and pup distress. Maybe 15-20 of one sound and then the other. I heard a very charged up challenge west of me. Fired up Pound Town and what a sight. This Herculean Cream Puff of a ticked off coyote comes tearing around the edge of the trees. He looked incredible. Leaps, piles on the brakes and launches into a frenzied challenge. I almost didn’t want to shoot and just enjoy the show but, I was there for business. BOOM! CHOP! As the V-Max tucked into the pocket. “WHAT A SET”! I collected the two in the open which were both big coyotes but the one Tom, geeze. What a specimen. I wish I had a scale. He was noticeably heavier than anything I’ve shot in some time. I walked over for the first I had shot at and found blood sprays. “Crap.” Three quarters of a mile later, I found where it had expired. It was pretty graphic to say the least. I didn’t even try to take a picture. Just glad it wasn’t suffering. I humped on it to get back and snap a photo of the other two. Numbers 52 &53.
Pretty action packed day. Really disappointed in my rifle work though. Very frustrating days when you can’t hit the runners. Regardless, it was very nice to finish the day with a show like I received, complete with a triple. Even if it wasn’t in a fashion that I’d prefer.
I might take off up north after wolves for a few days. Maybe. See how I’m feeling after tomorrow. I dunno. Hope you enjoy the read and pics and best of luck if you’re out there doing the same as myself.
The last week of calling has been relatively slow for me. I didn’t hunt yesterday, so I took the opportunity to do some scouting and chat with a few landowners I hadn’t asked for permission yet this year. I saw more coyotes just driving around yesterday afternoon than I’ve seen all winter. Looked like they were finally turning on again & I would be out.
Stand #1
Part of permission was on some contiguous pasture with several blocks of bush. There are six quarters, all in a block and my plan was to sort of zig zag my way to three spots. It is solid bush to the east of this pasture and from the looks of things, several coyotes were frequenting the area. I nestled myself into the shade on a hillside and got to calling. I had ran through an entire sequence using my mouth calls. I even stayed in the spot longer than I normally do. I checked my phone and saw that I had been calling for 30min. Figuring it was a bust, I started getting my gear together. I had just stood up and saw a coyote crest a ride about 60 yards away. Imagine my surprise as I dropped to my knees and my quarry did not see me, continuing to close. It dropped out of sight and I knew it would wind me soon. Had I been a little more forward thinking, an aggressive move with the shotgun would have worked marvellously. It winded me and was doing Mach Chicken when it came into view. I missed my first shot with the rifle but, connected my second; seeing it go cartwheeling into the trees downhill. Neither of those shots felt good and a sinking feeling crept over me that it could be, one of those days. Keeping with my initial intentions of clean pictures, I will not be posting this one. Suffice to say, it was a head shot and we will leave it at that.
Stand #2
Snaking and weaving my way along, I selected a brush pile about 700 yards from where I had first called. I opted to set up the caller for this situation. I opened with some woodpecker and then blue jay distress. I’d seen a set of fox prints on the way in so I fired out a series of fox distress. A minute or so after muting, I saw a coyote crest a hill about 225-250 yards away. It sat down and was surveying the scene. Letting loose with a coax, it sprang into action immediately and came running. As it dropped out of sight, I readied the shotgun for it to reappear. Its head came into view and I gave one flip of the decoy. That was all it took to sell the ruse. It closed to within mere feet of the caller in full stalk mode. The shotgun rocked in my arms and my second coyote of the morning folded.
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Stand #3
This one is another hilltop set up. About a half mile from the second set. It generally plays out the same way for whatever reason and I get some shotgun action. This morning proved to be no different. One series on the mouth call had a gaggle of Magpies squawking in the tree tops of the fence line. Watching several dropping towards something unseen in the trees, I gave a soft “t’waaa t’waa t’wa”. Almost immediately, I saw a coyote and then another, about 70 yards away. Both were peering through the grass and sparse trees in my direction. With a couple soft lip squeaks, they came. One was coming on a string and the other, still closing but was out of shotgun range. With the lead coyote only 20 yards away, it was time. Raising up, the closest coyote half floored me by just standing there and receiving the load of shot to the face. Dropping the shotgun and mounting the rifle, me earlier fears were confirmed as I proceeded to whiff two running shots. “Alright. So the runners aren’t in trouble yet today.” I collected the Bitch for a photo and commenced my 1.5mile hike back to the truck.
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Stand #4
Hadn’t called this spot yet this winter. I was legitimately surprised to get blanked here. Not even a Magpie showed.
A quick stop for fuel and I was off to some new permission. I’d called here many times but, that land had changed hands and I’d only recently procured the digits of the new owners. They were gracious enough to grant access without ever meeting them.
Stand #5
I’m not happy over how this went down. I selected a stand. Got all set up and then, second guessed my choice. Gathered my gear and moved another 600 yards further in. Turns out, my initial selection was where I should have stayed. I had a pair coming to pup distress and they started swinging to get downwind at approximately 175 yards. Several “WOOO”s later, they were not stopping. “Perfect. Your running shooting has been so on point this morning. This should be good.” I knew I had missed as soon as I squeezed. Trying another poke, the result was the same. “YOU SUCK TODAY”. End of story.
Stand #6
I was going to head across the road and call about a mile away from where I had just called. That pair had ran that way but I cared not. There’s a good network of willow, slough bottoms and poplar bluffs. I’ve enjoyed much success there over the years. This proved true once more. Getting tucked in my usual spot, I sent another round of fox distress into the surrounding area. Within 2 minutes, I had a pair looking my direction at about 200 yards. With the wide swings downwind becoming a more regular thing as of late, I moved myself with the rifle as they went out of sight for a moment. Reappearing at 130 yards, I thought I was placing my crosshairs on the Tom. It was such a nice, big coyote. It dwarfed its partner. A resounding BOOM! CHOP! Greeted my ears as the coyote dropped right where it stood. I never even shot at its fleeing mate. Confidence just wasn’t there. I don’t know if I’ve ever killed such a large female. Only one other comes to mind and she wasn’t even close to the same quality of fur.
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Stand #7
Last week, I had a set interrupted by a work crew while I had a coyote working in. I quite like this spot. It’s a quick and easy walk through the pasture. There’s a nice little patch of buck brush to set up in and the snow always drifts into this spot in a way that, it almost creates a lounger. Anyway, I had not spooked the coyote so I wasn’t worried about a non response. Tucked into my lounger and the caller out in front, I let a soft and short series of rabbit distress echo through the bluffs and hollows. I was prepared to stay quiet for up to 10 minutes. Volume and lots of calling has never proved to be of any benefit here. At the 2.5 minute mark, I spied ears in the exact same spot that last weeks coyote had appeared. I then saw another and another. All three were out of the trees and exposed at about 120yards. One being a real toad of a coyote. My pulse quickened at the thought of taking a Tom of this stature. I started coaxing but none were really buying it. One of them had gone for a little walkabout and was now about 200 yards away. The two closer coyotes turned and walked back into the bush after our several minute stalemate. “NOOO!” Thinking this may not go my way, I opted to get the rifle on Dundee. There was a little bit of buck brush in between us but, I figured I could keep the bullet above the stems and still kill it. BOOM! I heard impact but it didn’t sound normal. The coyote disappeared. I fired up some pup distress and dying coyote. Cycling back and forth between the two rapidly. I saw a coyote emerge again from the brush. It was looking intently in the direction of where the first coyote had been. I immediately thought I had wounded it and it was moving or thrashing. I found it in my sight picture and settled the crosshair on the shoulder. BOOM! CHOP! And I watched the coyote tip over in my scope. I decided to try a fight sound. It was almost immediately answered with a challenge. “The Alpha! It’s the toad! I know it is”! I started cycling between fights and pup distress. Maybe 15-20 of one sound and then the other. I heard a very charged up challenge west of me. Fired up Pound Town and what a sight. This Herculean Cream Puff of a ticked off coyote comes tearing around the edge of the trees. He looked incredible. Leaps, piles on the brakes and launches into a frenzied challenge. I almost didn’t want to shoot and just enjoy the show but, I was there for business. BOOM! CHOP! As the V-Max tucked into the pocket. “WHAT A SET”! I collected the two in the open which were both big coyotes but the one Tom, geeze. What a specimen. I wish I had a scale. He was noticeably heavier than anything I’ve shot in some time. I walked over for the first I had shot at and found blood sprays. “Crap.” Three quarters of a mile later, I found where it had expired. It was pretty graphic to say the least. I didn’t even try to take a picture. Just glad it wasn’t suffering. I humped on it to get back and snap a photo of the other two. Numbers 52 &53.
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Pretty action packed day. Really disappointed in my rifle work though. Very frustrating days when you can’t hit the runners. Regardless, it was very nice to finish the day with a show like I received, complete with a triple. Even if it wasn’t in a fashion that I’d prefer.
I might take off up north after wolves for a few days. Maybe. See how I’m feeling after tomorrow. I dunno. Hope you enjoy the read and pics and best of luck if you’re out there doing the same as myself.