Been cold here for the past couple days with windchill temperatures dipping into the minus forties (F*). This afternoon drive home from work was in sunshine and a balmy minus 1F*.
One mile west of home I see 3 coyotes mousing in a field south of the hi-way. Once home, I tell the wife of my plan and then change into my whites, grab the rifle, and then head back to try stalk coyotes.
Park the truck on the gravel road and walk into the field trying to make a slow careful stalk across many patches of coyote alerting crunchy snow. First used a fence line and then a bush patch in the field to the north to help hide my approach. Once clear of bush patch I use a hill to sneak the last 100 or so yards of where I hoped one of the coyotes still might be. The last few feet to the crest of the hill seemed to be a clumsy attempt of stalking with all the noise I thought I was making. Peaked over the crest and there’s one coyote with its head in a swath and its butt pointing towards me... perfect. A quick scramble to get a better view was halted when the coyote pulled its head from the swath and looked back my direction. I froze but knew I would be visible to the coyotes eyes, so I pulled the rifle onto the shooting sticks and hoped for the best.
I guess the coyote wasn’t sure what I was because it decided to walk a few feet east into an open area giving me a full broadside shot. A quick bark to stop it and a touch of the trigger sends the coyote into a quick 360 degree spin before bolting toward the bush patch. I chambered another round but it wasn’t needed as the coyote piled up after a 20 yard mad dash.
With this coyote down for the count I ran west to the top of the hill in hopes of seeing another coyote. I did see one but it was well over 400 yards out and running hard. Never bothered to even fire a shot.
Walked back to the downed coyote, took a picture, then put on my deer drag harness to drag it to the road.
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