I got bit by a coyote

Zombie coyote! I've had nightmares about that! Awesome video, and payback is a female coyote. My wife was never too encouraging about my predator hunting until a coyote stalked our Shih Tzu one morning on a walk-then it was "kill-em all" and I want to go with you.
 
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?

We didn’t prepare at all. Will and I went down to Mississippi to pleasure hunt with our friend Wes. He already knew the spots, so we just rolled in and started making stands—and we made a lot of them. Calling was hit or miss at first, but once the moon set and the wind picked up, everything turned on.

We didn’t realize how many we had until morning. When we started laying them out for a photo, it became clear we’d stacked more than we thought. From there we headed to Georgia to host the SPO tournament Friday and Saturday. Today was check-in, and the winning team had twelve. Anyone affiliated with SPO didn’t hunt it—we felt it would’ve been a conflict of interest if one of us took the win.

I got to meet some really decent people, they fed me good and had all the coffee I could drink.
 
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🤣.
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.

I slammed into the shelf as I fell, bruising a hard line across both hips just below the waist. It took a second to even understand what had happened. I didn’t feel the cold right away. That didn’t hit until I got home, climbed out of the truck, and my body started shaking.
 
I posted it below
Thanks for reposting, Jeremy. That’s crazy!

I’ve never been bitten. I made a less than perfect hit on one once, and while unsuccessfully looking around for signs of a hit, I was standing there with my headlamp on as bright as it would go scanning my surroundings. From under a large bush/shrub about 3 feet to my right came a low but loud growl! Took a bit of tactical (read nervous) positioning to find a way to dispatch that sucker, all the while it was aggressively barking and growling! It was like a perfect little cubby under there and it was thick! No injuries were sustained, no garments soiled. 😂
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.
 
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I have a buddy that flopped a coyote, hooked his drag around his upper jaw and muzzle and started dragging. He noticed the drag got easier and looked and the coyote was walking as if on a leash. He about crapped his pants and screamed for a pistol.

Great Job Infidel, that's a cool pic and impressive pile of fur.
 
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
 
I also have walked up on a couple of “dead” coyotes that decided they wanted a piece of me. Never got that piece!
The closest was an archery liver hit big(dresses 248#) Illinois 8, let him go for 5 hrs then took up the trail. At 6 hrs l found him stretched out looking dead. I walked to his front end at about 10’. That is when he used his last breath to make 1 lunge at me that luckily stopped short about 2’. Nothing in my pants but l did find a log to sit for a spell before field dressing him.
 
Didn't that coyote know it might get rabies from biting you ?
I carry a Taurus .44 mag Ultralite revolver loaded with 240 gr JHP's.
I've shot them with a .22 and .38 special thinking they were down and got a surprise.
Luckily the one that got the closest had a broken jaw so it couldn't bite me.
Never had to take more than one shot with the .44 mag.
SJC
 
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

I’d say about three-quarters of them came in to pup fights. I start almost every stand with a couple of howls, then run a few minutes of distress mixed with social interaction, and finish with either Pound Town, Table Scraps, or Den Raid.

A lot of people leave gaps of silence between sequences—I don’t. I keep the call going with low-volume whimpers and growls so it’s never completely silent, but it’s also never consistently loud. I don’t want a distant coyote that hasn’t fully committed getting blasted with nonstop sound, and I also don’t want coyotes I haven’t seen yet to hit dead silence and lose interest.
 
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.
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.

This one I shot twice in the head neck area trying to finish, and my hands were cold and I was fumbling the reload on that little pistol, and at that point I just wanted to drag it back and have them finish it quickly.
 
@Infidel 762 I know what you’re saying about feeling sorry. There’s been shot that didn’t go as planned. Worst was a gray fox that I literally shot both front legs off. That poor thing screamed and wailed and plowed its way into the brush wirh just its hind legs. Took some doings to finally dispatch it. It really sucks when that kind of stuff happens. Always hope for quick and clean, but it's part of it if you do it enough.
 
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