It started like a bad idea—3 hours later, 5 coyotes down.
No warning. Just one of those impulses… like a sneeze you can’t stop or an itch you can’t reach. Rifle, call, and go.
Headed west into ground that’s been hammered. First stand—double. Slipped half a mile, figured I’d burned it out… another double.
Made a third stand—nothing. Dead quiet. One of those sets that makes you question things. Found one of my old rusty spent cases by my boot.
Moved again. Two coyotes show up way out—8, maybe 900 yards—just parked in my scent cone. They knew. Not enough to leave… not dumb enough to come closer.
Killed the call. Picked up. Cut a big “L” across the field to get the wind right.
Windy. Humid. Moonlit. One still out there doing coyote things.
Set up again—he comes in on a string. 40… 30 yards. Tried to bark him to a stop—he kept coming.
So I sent it on the move.
He’s the first one you see. The rest fall in behind him.
No warning. Just one of those impulses… like a sneeze you can’t stop or an itch you can’t reach. Rifle, call, and go.
Headed west into ground that’s been hammered. First stand—double. Slipped half a mile, figured I’d burned it out… another double.
Made a third stand—nothing. Dead quiet. One of those sets that makes you question things. Found one of my old rusty spent cases by my boot.
Moved again. Two coyotes show up way out—8, maybe 900 yards—just parked in my scent cone. They knew. Not enough to leave… not dumb enough to come closer.
Killed the call. Picked up. Cut a big “L” across the field to get the wind right.
Windy. Humid. Moonlit. One still out there doing coyote things.
Set up again—he comes in on a string. 40… 30 yards. Tried to bark him to a stop—he kept coming.
So I sent it on the move.
He’s the first one you see. The rest fall in behind him.
