Voices of the southwesterly wind hummed through hot, metal blades. Inventions of man, created to bring water above the earth. For eons, water and soil have fought one another for that place on top. One can trace it back to its beginning, when the first drops descended as rain.
Folklore, from before the crazy dog society, tells of when the entire earth was covered in ocean, animals tried to swim to the bottom of the sea and bring up dirt, in order to create land. All attempts failed until muskrat had the idea of placing dirt on the back of turtle. His idea spawned and developed into the land we now know as North America, a place on top of water.
Old man turtle is more than just a symbol of protection and long life, more than a conceptualist of dry land. For those with the right set of eyes, he is the shifter of the very conceptions of our continent.
We still recognize the line that separates that place on top from that place down below, we call it sea level. It was there, 400 meters above sea level, upon which I set up above.
I placed my gimmicks down below where 3 lines collide, anticipating their approach to come in low along the stream bed or hopefully appear on the opposite ridge for a glance down below. I love it when they follow the script.
As I gather my self and belongings, I take note of how the wind and heat dropped in just the last 30 minutes. They are not the only things to drop or tumble, as late afternoon gives way to dusk. I stay low along the stream bed as a make my way a few hundred yards to repeat the same tactics. Shortly into the stand I look over my shoulder to my 4oclock and there is a pup just standing there staring at me. Within a few seconds he turns and runs. My next series and I have 3 coming in; I drop the lead coyote and bark a second to stop. After I shoot the second coyote I look over to see the first one all hobbled up, stagger out of sight into tall grass.
Another young barren female
Some people hunt for fur, some for sport and others to protect livestock. One can site many reasons for the one desired outcome.
I can say that I chase coyote for a number of reasons. But in all honesty I do it because; the therapeutic value that comes from the mental aspect of hunting coyote is without parallel. The result I get when it all comes together, is what gets me that place above. That place above any stress that is the price for living in this culture of modern Americana.
Its good stuff… gets me back to that place on top…
Folklore, from before the crazy dog society, tells of when the entire earth was covered in ocean, animals tried to swim to the bottom of the sea and bring up dirt, in order to create land. All attempts failed until muskrat had the idea of placing dirt on the back of turtle. His idea spawned and developed into the land we now know as North America, a place on top of water.
Old man turtle is more than just a symbol of protection and long life, more than a conceptualist of dry land. For those with the right set of eyes, he is the shifter of the very conceptions of our continent.
We still recognize the line that separates that place on top from that place down below, we call it sea level. It was there, 400 meters above sea level, upon which I set up above.
I placed my gimmicks down below where 3 lines collide, anticipating their approach to come in low along the stream bed or hopefully appear on the opposite ridge for a glance down below. I love it when they follow the script.
As I gather my self and belongings, I take note of how the wind and heat dropped in just the last 30 minutes. They are not the only things to drop or tumble, as late afternoon gives way to dusk. I stay low along the stream bed as a make my way a few hundred yards to repeat the same tactics. Shortly into the stand I look over my shoulder to my 4oclock and there is a pup just standing there staring at me. Within a few seconds he turns and runs. My next series and I have 3 coming in; I drop the lead coyote and bark a second to stop. After I shoot the second coyote I look over to see the first one all hobbled up, stagger out of sight into tall grass.
Another young barren female
Some people hunt for fur, some for sport and others to protect livestock. One can site many reasons for the one desired outcome.
I can say that I chase coyote for a number of reasons. But in all honesty I do it because; the therapeutic value that comes from the mental aspect of hunting coyote is without parallel. The result I get when it all comes together, is what gets me that place above. That place above any stress that is the price for living in this culture of modern Americana.
Its good stuff… gets me back to that place on top…