mikegranger
Well-known member
After having Redfrog shoot a coyote out from under me this week, I've been waiting to get him back. Today was the day of reckoning! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
The morning starts off by sneaking/crawling up on 12 cow carcasses layed out in a row in a coulee behind a ranch house. We discovered these 3 days ago but didn't get a coyote on our first try. Ten ran off the carcasses before we could get in position so Redfrog and I devise a plan. This morning the wind was all wrong so we had to alter the sneak. Redfrog came with me instead of coming up the bottom. I was going to cut them off at the pass as he mowed them down in the bottom. Oh well, as we're sneaking up I start the belly crawl and look back at Redfrog. He's on his knees inching along behind me. I had to laugh! The Redfrog not only moves slow walking in the snow, but you ought to see him crawl in it. God intended for some to walk, others to crawl and I haven't figured out what he intended Redfrogs to do but I can attest to the fact it is not crawling on his belly in the snow!! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif Anyway, 5 coyotes are on these carcasses but we only see two of them. They begin to move away so I tell Redfrog to take the one in the rear. The coyote stops, looks back at us and Redfrog fires. Another educated coyote. I check the drainage below me and one is bolting out the bottom, comes to a stop and I dump it. Of course Redfrog is complaining about a slight breeze and how hard it is to wind dope yadi, yadi, yadi. I just grin, go get the truck and pick up the coyote. I hear mumbling in the seat beside me on the way to the next stand so I just smile and console my friend in his missery.
As we are driving, another coyote is spotted, Redfrog puts on the big sneak, I hear two shots and more mumbling about wind doping when my buddy gets back in the truck. Of course I am full of sympathy as we continue hunting.
At the end of the day, I howl and up pops two coyotes at about one mile. As we are trying to figure out if they are really coyotes, Redfrog yells "there's another coyote" running across a grazed pasture. I study it closely with the binocs and tell Redfrog it is a tumbleweed he sees. As you can see, he's beginning to loose sight of reality by now so again I comfort him and politely suggest such an honest mistake could be made by anyone of his age /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif . These two coyotes decide to come and investigate. One stops at 150 yards broadside and I whisper "take him Redfrog". Boom, the coyotes takes off for the next county. It's partner stops out in the field but all I can see is it's nose and ears looking right at us. I squeeze the trigger and down it goes. By now, Redfrog is frantic, muttering about he can't believe he missed etc, etc. I ever so graciously walk out, pick up my coyote and walk to the truck, the whole time listening to my buddy lament about wind doping! Ahh, God is good! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif .
The morning starts off by sneaking/crawling up on 12 cow carcasses layed out in a row in a coulee behind a ranch house. We discovered these 3 days ago but didn't get a coyote on our first try. Ten ran off the carcasses before we could get in position so Redfrog and I devise a plan. This morning the wind was all wrong so we had to alter the sneak. Redfrog came with me instead of coming up the bottom. I was going to cut them off at the pass as he mowed them down in the bottom. Oh well, as we're sneaking up I start the belly crawl and look back at Redfrog. He's on his knees inching along behind me. I had to laugh! The Redfrog not only moves slow walking in the snow, but you ought to see him crawl in it. God intended for some to walk, others to crawl and I haven't figured out what he intended Redfrogs to do but I can attest to the fact it is not crawling on his belly in the snow!! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif Anyway, 5 coyotes are on these carcasses but we only see two of them. They begin to move away so I tell Redfrog to take the one in the rear. The coyote stops, looks back at us and Redfrog fires. Another educated coyote. I check the drainage below me and one is bolting out the bottom, comes to a stop and I dump it. Of course Redfrog is complaining about a slight breeze and how hard it is to wind dope yadi, yadi, yadi. I just grin, go get the truck and pick up the coyote. I hear mumbling in the seat beside me on the way to the next stand so I just smile and console my friend in his missery.
As we are driving, another coyote is spotted, Redfrog puts on the big sneak, I hear two shots and more mumbling about wind doping when my buddy gets back in the truck. Of course I am full of sympathy as we continue hunting.
At the end of the day, I howl and up pops two coyotes at about one mile. As we are trying to figure out if they are really coyotes, Redfrog yells "there's another coyote" running across a grazed pasture. I study it closely with the binocs and tell Redfrog it is a tumbleweed he sees. As you can see, he's beginning to loose sight of reality by now so again I comfort him and politely suggest such an honest mistake could be made by anyone of his age /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif . These two coyotes decide to come and investigate. One stops at 150 yards broadside and I whisper "take him Redfrog". Boom, the coyotes takes off for the next county. It's partner stops out in the field but all I can see is it's nose and ears looking right at us. I squeeze the trigger and down it goes. By now, Redfrog is frantic, muttering about he can't believe he missed etc, etc. I ever so graciously walk out, pick up my coyote and walk to the truck, the whole time listening to my buddy lament about wind doping! Ahh, God is good! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif .
