sendit223
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A couple of weeks ago I stopped by to see a rancher who wants me to kill his coyotes. I know many don't call this time of year, but this is what he wants done so I don't argue.
I was on my way somewhere else, so I stopped by on the way out and the way back after a few days. The trip out yielded a sighting of a nice coyote, but he either winded me or had heard my song and dance before. All he gave me was a good look, a few steps, and a few minutes of his time at about 500 yards. He was down this draw.
On the return trip I hit the same spot, but in approaching the canyon I had to break wide through the field to play the wind. Half way there I got that funny feeling I was being watched. Dropping to one knee I got on my scope and caught this stinker peeking above the high grass.
All I could see was his head as he was curled up in the field soaking up the sun. He was in no hurry, so I ranged him at 230 yards. With my rifle on my shooting sticks I made the slight holdover adjustment and touched one off. Pffffft......CRACK! No sight of him, so I figured it was a good head shot....and it was.
The rest of the stands weren't productive, but I did catch sight of two coyotes working together to hunt pheasants on my way out. One was in the drainage and the other was on top to catch the runners. It wasn't their first rodeo as when I stopped the truck to watch they high tailed it. Guess I'll have to go back and finish the job.
Sendit
I was on my way somewhere else, so I stopped by on the way out and the way back after a few days. The trip out yielded a sighting of a nice coyote, but he either winded me or had heard my song and dance before. All he gave me was a good look, a few steps, and a few minutes of his time at about 500 yards. He was down this draw.
On the return trip I hit the same spot, but in approaching the canyon I had to break wide through the field to play the wind. Half way there I got that funny feeling I was being watched. Dropping to one knee I got on my scope and caught this stinker peeking above the high grass.
All I could see was his head as he was curled up in the field soaking up the sun. He was in no hurry, so I ranged him at 230 yards. With my rifle on my shooting sticks I made the slight holdover adjustment and touched one off. Pffffft......CRACK! No sight of him, so I figured it was a good head shot....and it was.
The rest of the stands weren't productive, but I did catch sight of two coyotes working together to hunt pheasants on my way out. One was in the drainage and the other was on top to catch the runners. It wasn't their first rodeo as when I stopped the truck to watch they high tailed it. Guess I'll have to go back and finish the job.
Sendit