Okie sunrise

Infidel 762

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Landowners had coyotes howling near their houses and slipping through the calving pastures under cover of dark.
So I targeted those pastures and hunted them all night.

Cold air. Burning fingers. No sleep.

When the sun pushed its apricot edge over the horizon, the place felt different.

The coyote song that had always rolled through those fields was lighter by a few voices.

Most folks are pouring coffee when that light breaks.

I’m unloading fur — and the pastures are quiet.

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As the chill of the night settled in, the stirring of the coyote population began with a sense of trepidation among them. Something seemed not quite right. Maybe it was just a feeling or maybe it was fear ground into past experiences. It seemed almost as if an Infidel had invaded their hallowed ground. Many of them would not live for another Oklahoma sunrise. Thanks Jeremy, great hunting as always, but I do miss the videos!
 
As the chill of the night settled in, the stirring of the coyote population began with a sense of trepidation among them. Something seemed not quite right. Maybe it was just a feeling or maybe it was fear ground into past experiences. It seemed almost as if an Infidel had invaded their hallowed ground. Many of them would not live for another Oklahoma sunrise. Thanks Jeremy, great hunting as always, but I do miss the videos!
Ditto about the videos, BUT I am getting impressed with your prose Owen.
 
Infidel, was curious how big of area are you talking when you say you targeted those pastures all night? Congrats and like Always you take awesome pictures along with a big pile of fur to go with them

This was all ag ground in northwest Oklahoma, laid out in one-mile sections — 640 acres each.

The first landowner hearing coyotes near his house owns 320 acres, with a 30–40 acre woodlot they consistently den in near the center of the section. I’ve targeted that woodlot for years, so I know it well — no need to pre-scout.

I slipped in from the south, right by his house. Gave a single howl, then rolled into MFK Bump and Grind at low volume. Four came in hard. I dropped one.


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Since I barely called on that stand, I shut it down, retrieved the coyote, and left the area alone. I hunted neighboring ground for a few hours before circling back.

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This time I stalked in from the west. Three coyotes were mousing around in the same central area they had come from earlier — I’m confident they were the remaining three from the first set. I hit them with Nutty Nuthatch at mid volume and two came in and I got another killed.

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Next stop was a cattle operation — 640 acres — where the owner is calving Wagyu across the entire section. I called one in right in the corral behind her house. Moved about a third of a mile and killed one more near their dead pit. Then finished the northeast corner of the section and picked up another.

They also have several half and quarter sections scattered around that they’re calving on. The first landowner I mentioned also has 160 acre irrigated corn fields I hunted.

The largest uninterrupted piece I worked that night was one full section — one square mile. Everything else was broken up by roads, and on many sections I only have partial access.

All told, I hit 8 or 10 different sections that night.

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Infidel, was curious how big of area are you talking when you say you targeted those pastures all night? Congrats and like Always you take awesome pictures along with a big pile of fur to go with them

Here is a more detailed view of the 1st group I targeted.the blue Xs are where I setup, red X is where I killed coyotes, yellow dash as my approach in, and green outline is the area I was targeting;

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2 stands within a few hundred yards of each other a couple hours apart.
 
Infidel thanks for the details and picture of onx maps how you approached the same group from different directions within a few hrs.... thanks for always being willing to discuss your tactics i really appreciate it, I try to take in as much knowledge as I can to help with my success
Thanks again
 
I know I cannot be the only one that REALLY APPRECIATES the time you put into posting on this forum Jeremy.
I am not sure if there are any other Mods/Directors involved anymore. That ONx map pic can be a great tutorial for anyone who will study it along with the story. Your terrain/cover is totally different than mine, but I can still find useful stuff off pics such as that. THANK YOU!!!
 
I know I cannot be the only one that REALLY APPRECIATES the time you put into posting on this forum Jeremy.
I am not sure if there are any other Mods/Directors involved anymore. That ONx map pic can be a great tutorial for anyone who will study it along with the story. Your terrain/cover is totally different than mine, but I can still find useful stuff off pics such as that. THANK YOU!!!

There’s something about this old forum that still hits different.

Maybe it’s sentimental. Maybe it’s just time invested. But long before algorithms decided what we should see next, this place let you choose what was worth reading.

Now everything is fast. Swipe. Scroll. Flash. A quick hit of dopamine, the newest trend, the loudest opinion. Blink and it’s gone. The “cool” platforms move at light speed — short clips, shorter attention spans, and conversations buried under whatever the algorithm decides will keep you hooked.

But here?

Here, you can still lay a story out the way it’s meant to be told.

You can break it into paragraphs. Add pictures in order. Build the setup. Explain the wind. The terrain. The mistake. The lesson. The payoff. People actually read it — not just react to it.

There’s no pressure to condense everything into 15 seconds. No race to beat an algorithm. Just a thread that unfolds the way a good story should.

This forum feels like the old campfire in a world full of neon billboards.

And even with all the new platforms out there, this kind of space is hard to replace. Hard to… hard to replace…

It’s like so many things we saw every day that quietly slipped away without us noticing.

Now it’s 24 hours of endless channels, constant noise, something always playing. But there was a time when even the television slept. It said goodnight. The screen faded. And it signed off with High Flight.

Where were you the last time you heard those words?

 
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