Post by coyote6974 on Dec 26, 2007 18:13:19 GMT -5
He came upon a twilight clear. Across the field like a ghost he came. Out of the draw he trotted, looking for his Christmas meal. He'd heard the rabbit squeal, and the howl of a gal, and thought it to be a real deal. Out of the draw, and into the field, like a rocket the coyote came. As he closed in on the call, his movement I saw, so now a Christmas story I have for y'all..
After sitting around all day consuming mass quantities, I just HAD to get out of the house. I'd intended to call a nearby property but since the wind was wrong for it I decided to call the alfalpha field on the edge of town. I set up in the long grass around a large utility pole in the alfalfa field a couple hundred yards west of a draw extending from a creek bottom along a drainage into the field. I began calling with a jackrabbit distress then would alternate to a couple other rabbit sounds. This stand just felt RIGHT for some reason so I decided to stay extra long and to continue calling until it would be to dark to shoot. After about 45 minutes on the stand and maybe 15 minutes before dark I heard some dogs barking way off upwind so I decided to play a female invitation howl. I let two howls play and stopped the call. In the silence I heard what sounded like some coyotes yipping to the east of the draw. I then hit them with a loud jackrabbit distress then followed that with two more female invitation howls. When I stopped the caller after the howls there was only silence, so I turned down the volume and played more cottontail distress. After a minute or so I again silenced the caller. It's now nearly completely dark and I'm about to call the stand. As I watch the field I suddenly pick up a flash of grey ghostlike movement coming directly from the draw toward my Foxpro. I lost site of the movement as I raised my rifle and attempted to find the incoming critter in my scope. Looking through the lightgathering 40MM Leupold I was able to reaquire my target as it closed in on the silent caller. When I steadied my crosshairs on the large coyote's chest it slowed and came to a stop attempting to find what had made all the racket. I quickly steadied up and squeeezed the trigger on my 700 Remington sending a 55 grain BTHP straight into the coyote's chest. By the time the sound of the shot had echoed away across the draw the big dog was DRT.
He's a nice male coyote that would weigh about 40 pounds. The bullet smacked him in the chest and didn't exit. He made a nice present for my friend the trapper.
Good hunting y'all.. Coyote 6974
After sitting around all day consuming mass quantities, I just HAD to get out of the house. I'd intended to call a nearby property but since the wind was wrong for it I decided to call the alfalpha field on the edge of town. I set up in the long grass around a large utility pole in the alfalfa field a couple hundred yards west of a draw extending from a creek bottom along a drainage into the field. I began calling with a jackrabbit distress then would alternate to a couple other rabbit sounds. This stand just felt RIGHT for some reason so I decided to stay extra long and to continue calling until it would be to dark to shoot. After about 45 minutes on the stand and maybe 15 minutes before dark I heard some dogs barking way off upwind so I decided to play a female invitation howl. I let two howls play and stopped the call. In the silence I heard what sounded like some coyotes yipping to the east of the draw. I then hit them with a loud jackrabbit distress then followed that with two more female invitation howls. When I stopped the caller after the howls there was only silence, so I turned down the volume and played more cottontail distress. After a minute or so I again silenced the caller. It's now nearly completely dark and I'm about to call the stand. As I watch the field I suddenly pick up a flash of grey ghostlike movement coming directly from the draw toward my Foxpro. I lost site of the movement as I raised my rifle and attempted to find the incoming critter in my scope. Looking through the lightgathering 40MM Leupold I was able to reaquire my target as it closed in on the silent caller. When I steadied my crosshairs on the large coyote's chest it slowed and came to a stop attempting to find what had made all the racket. I quickly steadied up and squeeezed the trigger on my 700 Remington sending a 55 grain BTHP straight into the coyote's chest. By the time the sound of the shot had echoed away across the draw the big dog was DRT.
He's a nice male coyote that would weigh about 40 pounds. The bullet smacked him in the chest and didn't exit. He made a nice present for my friend the trapper.
Good hunting y'all.. Coyote 6974
