jbuttolph
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I'll try to make this a short read but I am so excited to have finally killed my first coyote. I have been calling now for about a month and have had several encounters and blew some easy shots from excitement and things just happening so fast.
So today I took the kids for our daily country ride to scout out some muskrat trapping potential. As we were driving I spotted 3 coyotes running through a small patch of woods on a hillside. I actually have permission from the farmer to hunt this piece for coyotes since they cause him trouble during calving season. The wheels started to turn and I checked the wind which was out of the west and perfect to setup on this piece. When my wife got home from work (several hours later) I grabbed the rifle, left the kids at home and took off.
I pulled the truck into the gate, grabbed the foxpro, rifle and sticks and headed up the hill to find a good vantage point. When I finally settled on the spot, I set my gun down (bad idea) and got the caller ready. As I looked up there was a coyote trotting across the field at about 150 yards. She spotted me and I dropped the caller and ran back for the rifle. I felt like Elmer Fudd. I managed to get a running shot off but missed. I thought my chance was over so I quickly hit the pup distress and another coyote came running toward me. Of course he spotted me too and kicked it into 12th gear. The direction of his path would have put my line of sight right at the landowners barn so I passed on the shot until he cleared, then I let it fly. First shot was a miss, second shot miss, third shot I connect at 367 yards. I about crapped myself. I put the 50 grain Vmax (in 22-250) right through his heart. Unbelievable!! I am sitting here in awe thinking about the one I missed a few weeks back at 50 yards sitting still (head shot in the brush). Oh well. I would rather be lucky than good. I think that I was actually successful because my brain didn't have time to get my heart pounding.
Thanks for reading.
So today I took the kids for our daily country ride to scout out some muskrat trapping potential. As we were driving I spotted 3 coyotes running through a small patch of woods on a hillside. I actually have permission from the farmer to hunt this piece for coyotes since they cause him trouble during calving season. The wheels started to turn and I checked the wind which was out of the west and perfect to setup on this piece. When my wife got home from work (several hours later) I grabbed the rifle, left the kids at home and took off.
I pulled the truck into the gate, grabbed the foxpro, rifle and sticks and headed up the hill to find a good vantage point. When I finally settled on the spot, I set my gun down (bad idea) and got the caller ready. As I looked up there was a coyote trotting across the field at about 150 yards. She spotted me and I dropped the caller and ran back for the rifle. I felt like Elmer Fudd. I managed to get a running shot off but missed. I thought my chance was over so I quickly hit the pup distress and another coyote came running toward me. Of course he spotted me too and kicked it into 12th gear. The direction of his path would have put my line of sight right at the landowners barn so I passed on the shot until he cleared, then I let it fly. First shot was a miss, second shot miss, third shot I connect at 367 yards. I about crapped myself. I put the 50 grain Vmax (in 22-250) right through his heart. Unbelievable!! I am sitting here in awe thinking about the one I missed a few weeks back at 50 yards sitting still (head shot in the brush). Oh well. I would rather be lucky than good. I think that I was actually successful because my brain didn't have time to get my heart pounding.
Thanks for reading.
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