Hunter55
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Well my buddy Glen called and he just got us permission to hunt on a sizeable farm with open bean and corn fields that had been harvested recently, and bordered to the North by a patch of timber that’s probably 40-50 acres, plenty big enough for some coyote cover. We decided to meet over at his place and run down the road in his Chevy and check it out while we still had daylight. We turned and headed East into the field to the fartherest side, stopped and formulated a plan for a set. We then went back and got the SxS and our gear and returned to said location with the enthusiasm of two boys with a new toy playing in a mud hole. We meandered our way through the field to the brushy fence line and then headed North for a few hundred yards, the wind coming from the West and we’re several hundred yards from the timber. We got our tripods all setup with our rifles, Foxpro call and a couple of swivel chairs and then I took the SxS and hid it in some brush along the fence line. We sat for 10-15 minutes letting things settle down and then I lit into a lone howl, paused and then lit into it again. We sat patiently for awhile watching the deer meander around and then lit into some female calls, and then went somewhat more aggressive and increased the call frequency. There was a farmer out in the distant field with his head lights on tilling up the field and we decided to call it, and move on to another set. We both felt like we were there too early and the tractor didn’t seem to help matters.
We loaded our gear back up and decided to make a set over on the North side of Glen’s place so, we departed toward said location. Upon getting to Glen’s place I had a thermos of coffee in the cab of the truck so that delayed the upcoming set while I chugged a few cups of hot coffee, and we reminisced Glen getting a coyote the Sunday before.
So this would be the 2nd set of the evening as we unloaded the SxS and setup our tripods and moved the Foxpro over to the North fence line kinda blending in with the brush. Again, we sat for a bit letting things settle down before trumpeting on the Foxpro.
I fired up a lone howl, paused and hit it again and we sat and waited. Then I started a series of female calls again, waited for 10-15 minutes and after seeing nothing got onto the Great group and just give it heck. We sat there in silence maybe 10 minutes and I hear Glen whisper, Dave”. I spin around with my scanner and immediately see a big male, and I said, nail em, get em! Glen shoulders his AR and I’m waiting on a sound report when Glen breaks from his shooting position and says, I can’t see him, shoot him! Glen didn’t need to say that twice, wife says I’m kinda hard hearing sometimes but I heard Glen crystal clear. I shouldered my Winchester Model 70 chambered in the seasoned, and time proven 22-250, swung my crosshairs on the big male and started woofing at him, Glen joined in and we had quite the woofing match going when all of a sudden the big coyote stops, turns and looks at us, and there’s the suppressed snap of the 22-250 barking as the little 52 grain Berger left the barrel, followed by the whop, of the Berger finding its mark on the vitals of the coyote at the 250 yard mark.
The Foxpro joined right in on the snap of the Berger leaving the cold barrel as we watched the coyote turn circles and collapse just over the crest of the bean field.
Immediately I turned to Glen, What happened? Glen responded my scope is fogged up and I just couldn’t find the coyote, and tomorrow I’m ordering a thermal! We quietly chatted for a few more minutes, loaded up, and found the big male piled up in the middle of the field. Another great night making memories and buying thermals, amazing how a couple ole seasoned fellows can have such a good time on a cold frigid frost filled night in the middle of a bean field.
We loaded our gear back up and decided to make a set over on the North side of Glen’s place so, we departed toward said location. Upon getting to Glen’s place I had a thermos of coffee in the cab of the truck so that delayed the upcoming set while I chugged a few cups of hot coffee, and we reminisced Glen getting a coyote the Sunday before.
So this would be the 2nd set of the evening as we unloaded the SxS and setup our tripods and moved the Foxpro over to the North fence line kinda blending in with the brush. Again, we sat for a bit letting things settle down before trumpeting on the Foxpro.
I fired up a lone howl, paused and hit it again and we sat and waited. Then I started a series of female calls again, waited for 10-15 minutes and after seeing nothing got onto the Great group and just give it heck. We sat there in silence maybe 10 minutes and I hear Glen whisper, Dave”. I spin around with my scanner and immediately see a big male, and I said, nail em, get em! Glen shoulders his AR and I’m waiting on a sound report when Glen breaks from his shooting position and says, I can’t see him, shoot him! Glen didn’t need to say that twice, wife says I’m kinda hard hearing sometimes but I heard Glen crystal clear. I shouldered my Winchester Model 70 chambered in the seasoned, and time proven 22-250, swung my crosshairs on the big male and started woofing at him, Glen joined in and we had quite the woofing match going when all of a sudden the big coyote stops, turns and looks at us, and there’s the suppressed snap of the 22-250 barking as the little 52 grain Berger left the barrel, followed by the whop, of the Berger finding its mark on the vitals of the coyote at the 250 yard mark.
The Foxpro joined right in on the snap of the Berger leaving the cold barrel as we watched the coyote turn circles and collapse just over the crest of the bean field.
Immediately I turned to Glen, What happened? Glen responded my scope is fogged up and I just couldn’t find the coyote, and tomorrow I’m ordering a thermal! We quietly chatted for a few more minutes, loaded up, and found the big male piled up in the middle of the field. Another great night making memories and buying thermals, amazing how a couple ole seasoned fellows can have such a good time on a cold frigid frost filled night in the middle of a bean field.
