Since my coyote season shit the bed mid season I guess it was only fitting for the last day's of the season to follow suit.
I always take off the last four days and hunt property/farms that I didn't have access to because of the weather.
Of course it rained, hailed, snowed and was windy the first two days, so it was a miracle that I even saw one dog.
After I met my buddy for a prime rib dinner we suited up and got to a farm just in time for the clouds to break and let the almost full moon come out.
We heard dog's yapping from the area we wanted to hunt and slowly made our way up a cow pasture to find a shady spot to set up.
We got caught out in the open pasture trying to sneak up to what we thought was a pair making a ruckus, but that pair turned into four dogs at just over 200 yards away.
Feast or famine.
We hunkered down and waited for them to move to an area where we had some cover between us.
That eventually happened, so I set the call out and made a fast paced low crawl to a little knoll while my buddy set up lower in the pasture.
The dog's ended up following the fence line down the side of the pasture we couldn't see and crossed the road into the neighbors property barking the whole way.
I thought they were gone, but they stopped on a ridge about four hundred yards away when I got their attention with some territorial calls.
To our amazement they did a 180 and were hot to trot on their way back across the road looking for a fight.
With my buddy losing sight of them I made a mad dash to a spot where I would have better visibility.
Left and they were heading to my buddy or Right and they were headed my way.
They chose right and the rest is history I'd like to forget.
A fitting end to my season.
SJC
https://youtube.com/shorts/zYV8NUFubq
I always take off the last four days and hunt property/farms that I didn't have access to because of the weather.
Of course it rained, hailed, snowed and was windy the first two days, so it was a miracle that I even saw one dog.
After I met my buddy for a prime rib dinner we suited up and got to a farm just in time for the clouds to break and let the almost full moon come out.
We heard dog's yapping from the area we wanted to hunt and slowly made our way up a cow pasture to find a shady spot to set up.
We got caught out in the open pasture trying to sneak up to what we thought was a pair making a ruckus, but that pair turned into four dogs at just over 200 yards away.
Feast or famine.
We hunkered down and waited for them to move to an area where we had some cover between us.
That eventually happened, so I set the call out and made a fast paced low crawl to a little knoll while my buddy set up lower in the pasture.
The dog's ended up following the fence line down the side of the pasture we couldn't see and crossed the road into the neighbors property barking the whole way.
I thought they were gone, but they stopped on a ridge about four hundred yards away when I got their attention with some territorial calls.
To our amazement they did a 180 and were hot to trot on their way back across the road looking for a fight.
With my buddy losing sight of them I made a mad dash to a spot where I would have better visibility.
Left and they were heading to my buddy or Right and they were headed my way.
They chose right and the rest is history I'd like to forget.
A fitting end to my season.
SJC
https://youtube.com/shorts/zYV8NUFubq
How it got switched I don’t know, but now that the first thing I look for when that scope powers up!!!