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Last weekend I checked out one farm field that was planted all in corn this year rather than the regular strips of corn & beans, so I figured the chance to hunt was gone until harvest. Well, hell's bells, the corn had been chopped in strips & already planted in rye.
The next night the wind was favorable, so I drove down the lane & hid the truck next to the standing corn, & walked in 75 yards & set up facing west. Little breeze from my left out of the south, so I set the caller in a little strip of grass up & to the left 80 yards out.
Let out a few howls, then into the bunny blues. Just then, a truck comes down the lane, & stops at my truck. WTF....I get up & start walking towards them, but then it slowly continues down the lane. I stop & watch it go, then it stops, & backs up again towards my truck again, & stops. I make it to the truck & ask if I could help them. He said he owns the property down the lane to the right. I said I'm not on your property, & I'm trying to call in a coyote. Tough to do with all the commotion. We chatted for 15 minutes & got things smoothed over, & he left.
So I was ready to quit & move on, but decided, "what the hay", lets start over, so I did.
Another 15 minutes in & I had one start howling back, of all places behind me in the open field with my truck in full view. I howled back, & he went silent. Another 15 minutes go by & I figure the jig was up. Just thinking about leaving, & I spotted him above me about 2 rows in the corn heading west. He kept coming in & out of view & never stopping for a shot. I was so intent on trying to find him, I didn't see him exit the corn into the open field way out in front of me. I saw him at the last second before getting into the lower strip of corn.
I quickly switched the caller to a light squeaker sound, but figured the jig was up again at this point. A couple minutes in, oh shit, there he is. He stops, I shoot, down he goes. He flops around a bit, so I shoot him again. More flopping, I shoot him again.
After a couple minutes, I go down to drag him out of sight, As I get close, I saw him blink. What??? I got almost to him, & he got up & tried to run away, but only made it a couple yards due to 1 front & 1 rear leg almost blown off.
I went back up the hill to get my gun, came back down, & shot him 3 more times. Back up the set to to gather up my stuff, then back down to him with my drag rope to get him out of the field. No gun & he's still breathing. How can this be???
Back to my set, gather everything up, and go to the truck to put everything away. I was going to just leave, but felt bad leaving him to suffer. So I go back to him & he has finally expired.
I went home......
The next night the wind was favorable, so I drove down the lane & hid the truck next to the standing corn, & walked in 75 yards & set up facing west. Little breeze from my left out of the south, so I set the caller in a little strip of grass up & to the left 80 yards out.
Let out a few howls, then into the bunny blues. Just then, a truck comes down the lane, & stops at my truck. WTF....I get up & start walking towards them, but then it slowly continues down the lane. I stop & watch it go, then it stops, & backs up again towards my truck again, & stops. I make it to the truck & ask if I could help them. He said he owns the property down the lane to the right. I said I'm not on your property, & I'm trying to call in a coyote. Tough to do with all the commotion. We chatted for 15 minutes & got things smoothed over, & he left.
So I was ready to quit & move on, but decided, "what the hay", lets start over, so I did.
Another 15 minutes in & I had one start howling back, of all places behind me in the open field with my truck in full view. I howled back, & he went silent. Another 15 minutes go by & I figure the jig was up. Just thinking about leaving, & I spotted him above me about 2 rows in the corn heading west. He kept coming in & out of view & never stopping for a shot. I was so intent on trying to find him, I didn't see him exit the corn into the open field way out in front of me. I saw him at the last second before getting into the lower strip of corn.
I quickly switched the caller to a light squeaker sound, but figured the jig was up again at this point. A couple minutes in, oh shit, there he is. He stops, I shoot, down he goes. He flops around a bit, so I shoot him again. More flopping, I shoot him again.
After a couple minutes, I go down to drag him out of sight, As I get close, I saw him blink. What??? I got almost to him, & he got up & tried to run away, but only made it a couple yards due to 1 front & 1 rear leg almost blown off.
I went back up the hill to get my gun, came back down, & shot him 3 more times. Back up the set to to gather up my stuff, then back down to him with my drag rope to get him out of the field. No gun & he's still breathing. How can this be???
Back to my set, gather everything up, and go to the truck to put everything away. I was going to just leave, but felt bad leaving him to suffer. So I go back to him & he has finally expired.
I went home......
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