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I was walking past the big windows in my living room and noticed an adult coyote in the field across from me. There isn't another house within a half mile of me on either side and directly across from my house is a 100 acre field. The backside of that field has a fair woodlot with a pond and a sizable family pack owns the terf there. The backside of my place has the same lay of the land (two ponds and a spring creek)and another pack owns this side of the gravel county road. I think I'm sitting on the edge of three packs territories as I can often hear the pack across the road, the pack behind my place, and another to the east of me a fair little distance challenging each other last winter. Last winter was our first here so this may take a little more research, but that's the way it seems right now.
Anyway, the owner had cut the hay off the field in front a few weeks ago and now had a fair herd of cows and little calves on the new growth. The other night a calf was bawling hard over there and I felt maybe something was going on. I know when we first moved here that same guy and another fellow down the road lost several calves to coyotes. Some new folks moved in the first place to my east and brought several housecats. Not anymore! Evidently, they underestimated Wiley Coyote's taste for kitty.
Back to the story. This coyote was mousing in the field and seemed content to hang out there for awhile. I grabbed some camo bib's and a 3-D parka, a hat that has a built in facemask, the Benelli and a squirrel distress whistle I had in the gun safe. I sneaked out to the corner of my three bay garage along the gravel road. This is about fifty yards from the house. The wind was blowing out into my barnlot. This was good as there was a nice dip in the field across from me that had a little scrub growth. I figured that if something approached it would come into that low spot and use the scrub to conceal it so it could quickly cross the gravel road. Crossing there would put the coyote in my barnlot and downwind once it got out about forty yards or so into the barnlot. That dip was around 35 yards from me.
I started rodent squeaking with the distress whistle, short, sharp little puffs of air. Immediately the adult coyote across the road from me (150 yards) sat down to size up the situation. Suddenly from behind this adult coyote and from the backside of the field another coyote came busting in on the run. This was a young of the year pup. When this coyote came across the field the older coyote turned and trotted away from me and sat down on the top of the field edge. The pup never veered and ran straight toward me loping in hard. I decided a coyote in the hand was worth two in the bush and would take the young one when it got within range. The adult seemed to be set-up and not willing to move. I was wishing I had a howler right then, and/or an open reed to make some puppy whines and squeals. It would have been nice to drag the old dog over. I don't know if it would have happened, I was siting against my garage and only fifty yards from my house. As it was I had the pup on a string. It crossed the road and loped out into the barnlot looking around to get it's bearings. At 35 yards the number Four Buckshot pretty much tore it up.
Not bad for a hunt in the front yard thrown together in about a minute or two! Last weekend a spotted fawn got caught in the fenced in back yard and I had to untangle it and shoo it away into the creek bottom below the house. I love country living!!! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cool.gif
Anyway, the owner had cut the hay off the field in front a few weeks ago and now had a fair herd of cows and little calves on the new growth. The other night a calf was bawling hard over there and I felt maybe something was going on. I know when we first moved here that same guy and another fellow down the road lost several calves to coyotes. Some new folks moved in the first place to my east and brought several housecats. Not anymore! Evidently, they underestimated Wiley Coyote's taste for kitty.
Back to the story. This coyote was mousing in the field and seemed content to hang out there for awhile. I grabbed some camo bib's and a 3-D parka, a hat that has a built in facemask, the Benelli and a squirrel distress whistle I had in the gun safe. I sneaked out to the corner of my three bay garage along the gravel road. This is about fifty yards from the house. The wind was blowing out into my barnlot. This was good as there was a nice dip in the field across from me that had a little scrub growth. I figured that if something approached it would come into that low spot and use the scrub to conceal it so it could quickly cross the gravel road. Crossing there would put the coyote in my barnlot and downwind once it got out about forty yards or so into the barnlot. That dip was around 35 yards from me.
I started rodent squeaking with the distress whistle, short, sharp little puffs of air. Immediately the adult coyote across the road from me (150 yards) sat down to size up the situation. Suddenly from behind this adult coyote and from the backside of the field another coyote came busting in on the run. This was a young of the year pup. When this coyote came across the field the older coyote turned and trotted away from me and sat down on the top of the field edge. The pup never veered and ran straight toward me loping in hard. I decided a coyote in the hand was worth two in the bush and would take the young one when it got within range. The adult seemed to be set-up and not willing to move. I was wishing I had a howler right then, and/or an open reed to make some puppy whines and squeals. It would have been nice to drag the old dog over. I don't know if it would have happened, I was siting against my garage and only fifty yards from my house. As it was I had the pup on a string. It crossed the road and loped out into the barnlot looking around to get it's bearings. At 35 yards the number Four Buckshot pretty much tore it up.
Not bad for a hunt in the front yard thrown together in about a minute or two! Last weekend a spotted fawn got caught in the fenced in back yard and I had to untangle it and shoo it away into the creek bottom below the house. I love country living!!! /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cool.gif