I got bit by a coyote

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Then kilt his buddies;

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weekender said:
What a HUNT that must have been. Congrats all around!
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A bright moon hung over the ice just east of the Mississippi River. Nothing we shot was under 200 yards. You could watch coyotes ghost in through the thermal, then lift your head above the scope and see them with the naked eye. Most came close enough to spot us, locked up for a second, and that’s where we dropped them—right where they stood.

The coyote that bit me was down when I walked up, then popped back up barking as I closed the distance. I carry a .22 mini revolver to finish them, but I hadn’t reloaded it in a while—only two rounds left. He lunged, slipped, and went flat on the ice. I stepped in to finish him and he exploded back up, ripping the mitten off my glove. I put both .22 shorts into him and the revolver went empty.

I tried fumbling a reload, but my hands were so cold I said hell with it and grabbed him by the back leg, walking him backward across the ice. When I finally got close enough, I yelled for Wes to come finish it with his suppressed .22. Wes saw the whole mess unfold and told Will to start recording while they watched me go in circles with a coyote. As I turned my back dragging him, he spun and clamped onto my ankle. His teeth didn’t break the boot—but I could feel the pressure of his jaws.
 
shoots100 said:
Did you have to go to the store to buy ammo ?

SJC
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The only thing that ran out of ammo was my NAA 22 mini revolver. It was cold without spikes your tripod would slide on the ice. My first Mississippi coyote I heart shot, he ran a few yards before crashing. When he went down he slid across the ice like he was sliding into home plate. Coyotes were easy to drag over the ice, took more effort to not loose your balance than dragging them
 
Jeremy, you guys are stone-cold coyote killers! Crazy stuff! I had one come alive just as I walked up to it from the front. It lunged and snapped and bit my pant leg. When that happened, it caused me to jerk my leg back in surprise. That sudden jerk of the leg locked the coyote's teeth into my pants. To make matters worse, this was on a steep side slope with loose gravel, so naturally I fell on my azz. Thank goodness the coyote was trying to get unhung from my pant leg instead of working his way up, biting along the way. I am now sitting on my butt leaning strongly to my left because of the slope, my left hand planted on the ground to keep me from rolling over, the coyote thrashing around at boot level. My AR was lying against my right leg, and I managed to pick it up and lean into the coyote, make sure the muzzle was clear of GC body parts, and shot him at a range of about 12". That settled things down. I don't know if I was more shocked than scared, but it seemed surreal. The good news is, he didn't break flesh or draw blood, and I didn't crap my pants. :)
 
When I was a kid, one of the earliest coyote hunts my Dad took me on. With one of his buddies. His friend got bit on the foot, got bit good. He had a spanking new, gorgeous Wby Mk5. I forget the caliber now. But, anyway, he walked up on the not yet dead coyote and butt stroked it with his new rifle and the stock cracked clear through at the wrist! He started swearing like I, up to that point in my young Mormon lad life had never heard anything the likes of. While he was standing there coming up with new cuss words, the coyote, still not dead, reached over and bit his foot - clean through the boot! My gawd... That was over 50 years ago. And I've hung out with some rough crowds. But I've still never heard such creative, heart felt, swearing in my life!

- DAA
 
I couldn't imagine dragging every one of those back to the truck, let along even seeing that many coyotes in a night of hunting.. stone-cold killers 100%

how many different setups was made? How many days did you prepare for all the hard work?
 
DAA said:
When I was a kid, one of the earliest coyote hunts my Dad took me on. With one of his buddies. His friend got bit on the foot, got bit good. He had a spanking new, gorgeous Wby Mk5. I forget the caliber now. But, anyway, he walked up on the not yet dead coyote and butt stroked it with his new rifle and the stock cracked clear through at the wrist! He started swearing like I, up to that point in my young Mormon lad life had never heard anything the likes of. While he was standing there coming up with new cuss words, the coyote, still not dead, reached over and bit his foot - clean through the boot! My gawd... That was over 50 years ago. And I've hung out with some rough crowds. But I've still never heard such creative, heart felt, swearing in my life!

- DAA
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Reminds me of duck hunting with my young sons years ago. I went to cross a small creek with my waders on and got sucked unto the mud. Water came in over the waders on a 25 degree day with snow flying. As it ended up, snow wasn't the only thing flying. My mouth let go of a barrage of adult words that shocked the boys. After that episode they both swore off duck hunting forever. Thankfully, that only lasted a short time🤣.
 
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