I had a great time, it is really a lot of fun doing things with weirdos like myself that think gun progress ended when they put barrels on top of each other. We had a great crowd with folks from about 5-6 different states and some incredibly fine guns from Germany, France, Austria, Sweeden(mine), Belgium, the UK and the good old USofA(Parkers, LC Smiths, old Remingtons, Fox's and LeFever's who-wee! heady stuff.
The shoot and show were held on a cattle ranch and when the Rancher saw my PM hat said that the coyotes have been harassing's his calve and I should shoot all I saw. Challenge on. Being as I was going to a sxs shoot I left the rifles and scoped drillings home. Well I I rummaged through the truck and found three 16ga 2.5" shells loaded with an ounce of BB's and I had a 114 yr old drilling along that I was going to shoot in a 16gamatch(it did well). Under my jeans on the coat hook was an old Screey jackrabbit closed reed call, I was set.
I headed out in the pasture with a nice cross wind, a couple blasts on the call and I saw him pop out of the brush about 200 yards out, he came in on a string just stopping a couple times and needed just a little coaxing. At 44 yards just a little farther than I wanted him I felt the breeze on the back of my neck and he locked up like a statue. I knew he wasn't coming any farther so I let her rip, he yelped, went down and took off like a bat out of h--l but slowed and went down about 100 yards out, It took me awhile to find him as I didn't realize he had crossed a deep arroyo but found him about 30 yard beyond, good thing I saw him go down as there wasn't a drop of blood anywhere. Fun way to start the shoot.
Big for a border coyote
The shoot and show were held on a cattle ranch and when the Rancher saw my PM hat said that the coyotes have been harassing's his calve and I should shoot all I saw. Challenge on. Being as I was going to a sxs shoot I left the rifles and scoped drillings home. Well I I rummaged through the truck and found three 16ga 2.5" shells loaded with an ounce of BB's and I had a 114 yr old drilling along that I was going to shoot in a 16gamatch(it did well). Under my jeans on the coat hook was an old Screey jackrabbit closed reed call, I was set.
I headed out in the pasture with a nice cross wind, a couple blasts on the call and I saw him pop out of the brush about 200 yards out, he came in on a string just stopping a couple times and needed just a little coaxing. At 44 yards just a little farther than I wanted him I felt the breeze on the back of my neck and he locked up like a statue. I knew he wasn't coming any farther so I let her rip, he yelped, went down and took off like a bat out of h--l but slowed and went down about 100 yards out, It took me awhile to find him as I didn't realize he had crossed a deep arroyo but found him about 30 yard beyond, good thing I saw him go down as there wasn't a drop of blood anywhere. Fun way to start the shoot.
Big for a border coyote
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