wolftrapper
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Hunted new ground this morning, and woo hoo!!
Made two unproductive stands in a new area...coyote sign everywhere.
Temperature in the teens, enough snow/frost for a good background, and then the third stand. Hiked up a draw, and stopped just before I topped out. I had never been there before, but I have learned to call before topping out, so the coyotes don't see me.
I figured with the cold, food would be in demand, so I used my mouth call. My prey distress call is more of a 'tweener...between rabbit, and fawn. It works. I could see a couple hundred yards to my right, as it was a little below me, but to my left, I had a limited distance....maybe 75 yards. I set up so that I had a bush between me and the limited view, but a bush with a shooting gap in it.
I called for probably five minutes, when I saw a coyote through the gap, at about fifty yards. He was facing me. I slowly swung my rifle around to the convenient gap, centered on his chest, and dropped him. I continued calling for a few minutes, then went to the dead coyote. Now I was on top, and sure enough, there was another coyote out about 200 yards. Dang! I should have waited longer! HE didn't wait, and lit a shuck outta there!
I looked things over, and could see a fence line out about another three to four hundred yards, with a commanding view, and decided to go over and make a stand there. I had a good set up, with another low bush to sidle up to, and a great view. I was facing a shallow draw, that went forever, and I was at the top of it. I sent out another dinner invitation. Probably two minutes into it, three coyotes are hard charging, right up the draw! I swung the rifle to bear, and one of them saw the movement, and stopped. I put one through his shoulders, and he dropped. The other two turned tail, I got on one of the runners, and dumped him! About then things got confusing...after the smoke cleared, I put it together.
The runner was spinning, the third coyote came back, and I dropped it, then I went back to finish the spinner. In all, it took three shots to finish him, but I got her done!
At the time it was just reaction...if I saw a coyote on its feet, send it another round. Like a shooting gallery....it seemed like I fired a lot of rounds, but it turned out to be five total shots, and all hit fur.
I was using my bolt action M 70 Winchester, in .222, topped with a Leupold 3x9. I was set at three.
So, I had four coyotes, a shotgun, and a rifle to pack out about about 3/4 mile. I spent a lot of time walking back and forth, but finally got everything to the truck. Two of those 'yotes went thirty two pounds each.
Made two unproductive stands in a new area...coyote sign everywhere.
Temperature in the teens, enough snow/frost for a good background, and then the third stand. Hiked up a draw, and stopped just before I topped out. I had never been there before, but I have learned to call before topping out, so the coyotes don't see me.
I figured with the cold, food would be in demand, so I used my mouth call. My prey distress call is more of a 'tweener...between rabbit, and fawn. It works. I could see a couple hundred yards to my right, as it was a little below me, but to my left, I had a limited distance....maybe 75 yards. I set up so that I had a bush between me and the limited view, but a bush with a shooting gap in it.
I called for probably five minutes, when I saw a coyote through the gap, at about fifty yards. He was facing me. I slowly swung my rifle around to the convenient gap, centered on his chest, and dropped him. I continued calling for a few minutes, then went to the dead coyote. Now I was on top, and sure enough, there was another coyote out about 200 yards. Dang! I should have waited longer! HE didn't wait, and lit a shuck outta there!
I looked things over, and could see a fence line out about another three to four hundred yards, with a commanding view, and decided to go over and make a stand there. I had a good set up, with another low bush to sidle up to, and a great view. I was facing a shallow draw, that went forever, and I was at the top of it. I sent out another dinner invitation. Probably two minutes into it, three coyotes are hard charging, right up the draw! I swung the rifle to bear, and one of them saw the movement, and stopped. I put one through his shoulders, and he dropped. The other two turned tail, I got on one of the runners, and dumped him! About then things got confusing...after the smoke cleared, I put it together.
The runner was spinning, the third coyote came back, and I dropped it, then I went back to finish the spinner. In all, it took three shots to finish him, but I got her done!
At the time it was just reaction...if I saw a coyote on its feet, send it another round. Like a shooting gallery....it seemed like I fired a lot of rounds, but it turned out to be five total shots, and all hit fur.
I was using my bolt action M 70 Winchester, in .222, topped with a Leupold 3x9. I was set at three.
So, I had four coyotes, a shotgun, and a rifle to pack out about about 3/4 mile. I spent a lot of time walking back and forth, but finally got everything to the truck. Two of those 'yotes went thirty two pounds each.