My buddy Randall has been a hunter all his life... he lived in Alaska for quite a while and compiled a pretty good list of downed critters... including a SCI world record yukon moose, with a long bow. He's shot one coyote in his life... and that was a target of opportunity. So, Thursday we headed out to see if we could wrangle up a dog or two.
The morning found us sneaking into a canyon that I know held dogs... the breeze was perfect, and the sun was just breaking the horizon. I'd go about 10 yards then stop to glass, knowing there'd be more than one coyote in this particular draw. Sure enough, after about 5 minutes I spotted a pair about 3/4 mile away... noses to the ground hunting up some McMousins for breakfast. We planned a stalk and we were off... we closed to about 400 yards and ran out of cover. We got Tom Swifty (my .220 Swift) ready for the shot and it was bombs away... High. I dialled in 2 minutes... to compensate... but he thought he needed to hold high because of the distance... my fault, mis-communication. We let the area settle down about 10 minutes and I turned on the FoxPro... about 4 minutes later here comes a loner... comming in hot. I stopped her at about 200 yards and Randall sent a 50 grain NBT on the way... dog down. We spotted four or five more durring the day... blew stocks on a couple... and were home by noon. All in all a pretty good morning... except for the prickly pears I've been pulling out for the last two days... such is life on the eastern plain.
We had a good time... here's the hero with his first hunted-up coyote... he was tickled pink to say the least.
The morning found us sneaking into a canyon that I know held dogs... the breeze was perfect, and the sun was just breaking the horizon. I'd go about 10 yards then stop to glass, knowing there'd be more than one coyote in this particular draw. Sure enough, after about 5 minutes I spotted a pair about 3/4 mile away... noses to the ground hunting up some McMousins for breakfast. We planned a stalk and we were off... we closed to about 400 yards and ran out of cover. We got Tom Swifty (my .220 Swift) ready for the shot and it was bombs away... High. I dialled in 2 minutes... to compensate... but he thought he needed to hold high because of the distance... my fault, mis-communication. We let the area settle down about 10 minutes and I turned on the FoxPro... about 4 minutes later here comes a loner... comming in hot. I stopped her at about 200 yards and Randall sent a 50 grain NBT on the way... dog down. We spotted four or five more durring the day... blew stocks on a couple... and were home by noon. All in all a pretty good morning... except for the prickly pears I've been pulling out for the last two days... such is life on the eastern plain.
We had a good time... here's the hero with his first hunted-up coyote... he was tickled pink to say the least.