Hidenseekpro
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I just figured I'd share these two from this weekend. I'm back in the desert after a quick trip up to NY and had to get back at it. Saturday morning I got out before first light and drove out to some BLM land near the house. I got set up on the first stand of the day and it just looked awesome. As the sun came up, the shadows laid just right and the spot had a great 180+ degree view. I fired up the rabbit distres on my TT Extreme call, but there were no takers. Dejected at such a beautiful spot at the magic hour producing nothing, I walked back to the rig. When I got there, I looked north and saw this.
Figuring that spot, too, looked just about perfect, I promised myself a 10 minute stand. I walked over and set up on the shady hillside on the right of the photo and faced north, toward the grassy flat. Less than 5 minutes in with my TT horn tip, I see ears bouncing through the grass. The coyote was inbound at a dead run. I lipsqueaked, woofed, and yelled but it just wouldn't stop. I had been tracking it in the scope and finally just squeezed the trigger. She fell at 22 yards from where I was sitting.
There were no more takers on Saturday, so out I went again Sunday morning. I got out a little later on Sunday and headed to an area further south of where I was at the day before. This area is covered up in oil wells and I spent a lot of time just navigating from well to well. I opened up the morning with a blank stand and wandered around looking for a promising spot. I came to a place where I could hide the rig behind a dirt berm and call on the shady side of the same berm. This was my vantage from the berm.
I got set up and started up with the TT Cyanide Extreme (I love that call; it must be 98% awesome call and 2% good luck charm). Around 10 minutes into the set I see a coyote coming from left to right up a shallow draw. The sun was right and he didn't see me fidgeting into position for a shot that far to my right. I was ready when he checked up at around 125 yards. I held front chest and heard the slap. He just seemed to disappear in the greasewoods. I got turned around on the way out to recover him and it ended up taking almost 15 minutes to lay hands on him. He was a good sized broken-toothed male.
The heat was coming up quick and it felt like time to pack it in after another blank stand. I had a real tough time getting started with predator hunting, but I think I'm finally getting the hang of it. I can't wait for winter when they'll be even easier to get into!
Figuring that spot, too, looked just about perfect, I promised myself a 10 minute stand. I walked over and set up on the shady hillside on the right of the photo and faced north, toward the grassy flat. Less than 5 minutes in with my TT horn tip, I see ears bouncing through the grass. The coyote was inbound at a dead run. I lipsqueaked, woofed, and yelled but it just wouldn't stop. I had been tracking it in the scope and finally just squeezed the trigger. She fell at 22 yards from where I was sitting.
There were no more takers on Saturday, so out I went again Sunday morning. I got out a little later on Sunday and headed to an area further south of where I was at the day before. This area is covered up in oil wells and I spent a lot of time just navigating from well to well. I opened up the morning with a blank stand and wandered around looking for a promising spot. I came to a place where I could hide the rig behind a dirt berm and call on the shady side of the same berm. This was my vantage from the berm.
I got set up and started up with the TT Cyanide Extreme (I love that call; it must be 98% awesome call and 2% good luck charm). Around 10 minutes into the set I see a coyote coming from left to right up a shallow draw. The sun was right and he didn't see me fidgeting into position for a shot that far to my right. I was ready when he checked up at around 125 yards. I held front chest and heard the slap. He just seemed to disappear in the greasewoods. I got turned around on the way out to recover him and it ended up taking almost 15 minutes to lay hands on him. He was a good sized broken-toothed male.
The heat was coming up quick and it felt like time to pack it in after another blank stand. I had a real tough time getting started with predator hunting, but I think I'm finally getting the hang of it. I can't wait for winter when they'll be even easier to get into!
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