GC
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Killing coyotes with a .22LR is possible. Not the ideal cartridge for the task but given good shot placement it is completely possible. I kill a coyote here and there with a .22 while squirrel hunting in the fall. Sometimes the coyote is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time to be a coyote and I take advantage of the opportunity. Sometimes I do a little calling and a coyote responds. As Cal said, I treat the situation much like bowhunting bigger game. The range must be right, the angle must be right and the accuracy and placement of the shot have to be a high percentage chance. It can be done, just be smart about it and choose good shots as there is no margin for error with a rimfire.
This one came to a call and caught a .22LR hollowpoint in the head at 12 steps...
Here is one of a double that I called. The first one was spotted and I lip squeaked it to about sixty yards and popped a Mini Mag hollowpoint through the lungs. That one yelped and began to spin and then I spotted the second coyote. More lip squeaks brought it to about 70 yards. I had the sun at my back and could see this coyote squinting hard as it tried to make me out sitting on the hillside above him. I put the bead right on the end of his nose and the little hollowpoint popped him in the neck right under his lower jaw. Done. Except the first coyote had crawled and kicked itself into a pile of tree tops and I couldn't get it out. It was dead as Madonna's virginity but I couldn't reach up in there to get ahold of it.
This one came to a call and caught a .22LR hollowpoint in the head at 12 steps...
Here is one of a double that I called. The first one was spotted and I lip squeaked it to about sixty yards and popped a Mini Mag hollowpoint through the lungs. That one yelped and began to spin and then I spotted the second coyote. More lip squeaks brought it to about 70 yards. I had the sun at my back and could see this coyote squinting hard as it tried to make me out sitting on the hillside above him. I put the bead right on the end of his nose and the little hollowpoint popped him in the neck right under his lower jaw. Done. Except the first coyote had crawled and kicked itself into a pile of tree tops and I couldn't get it out. It was dead as Madonna's virginity but I couldn't reach up in there to get ahold of it.
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