I kill them with the same sounds year around. I called these yesterday and 3 of the 4 came in to rabbit after starting the stand with a couple howls;
Called up a few coyote in this summer heat. Calling predators takes me to some of the same river bottoms I hunted as a kid. Looking back a lot of things have changed, but the bottoms remain the same. Out here; looking outward and into other possibilities within an essence found only outside the realm of civilization. An element that cannot be broken down into simpler parts. It defined the Cherokee and Cheyenne of yesteryear. And like them; I too shall one day fade into the next world and these lands will be hunted by some other…
