iframe class="rumble" width="640" height="360" src="" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Well that sucks…gotta have a FB account to watch. Great story though!! Congrats!!
WOW...carry a suppressed 9mm
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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?
I posted it belowYeah, no Facebook account here. Would enjoy seeing it as it sounds crazy awesome! That is a pile of coyotes though! Holy smokes! Great job as usual.
Last winter, heavy fog rolled in. I shot a coyote on the far side of a drainage ditch and kicked my laser on to mark where it went down. When I reached the canal and looked in, it appeared dry. In reality, it was frozen over—ice hidden beneath straw and leaves. I stepped down thinking it was solid ground and broke straight through.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.
Thanks for reposting, Jeremy. That’s crazy!I posted it below
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Infidel if you wouldn't mind answering, what type of sounds was triggering majority of those coyotes? Was they hungry and looking for a quick meal or was they being territorial and fixing to run off the intruding coyotes
They absolutely have different personalities and individual levels of aggression. I used to carry the metal spike from a Mojo Critter and would use it to poke a few holes in the lungs of coyotes that weren’t quite dead yet. A few years ago, though, I went to finish one off with it and it wasn’t aggressive at all—it cried out in pain in a way I had never heard before. Seeing it suffer like that really bothered me, and I was literally apologizing to it while trying to end it as quickly as possible. So i started carrying a little pistol.So many of them are timid and afraid and easily dispatched. But every once in awhile you get a cantankerous one. Keeps things interesting. Just another hunting memory and a happy farmer.