“Big Duke Six to Eagle Thrust. Put on PSY-War-OP. Make it loud. This is a Romeo Foxtrot. Shall we dance?”
Redux;
He came in low out of the rising sun… from about a half mile out I put on the music… I use Bay Bee cottontail… the coyotes love it… it scares the [beeep] outta the slopes…
I love the smell of coyote p!ss in the morning…
Here is a mid-day setup that produced only a view… I will count it as productive… at one time the river flowed thru the valley below;
There is still water underground… I made my final stand on dry ground above that water… it holds a coyote track that stares up at the sun… coyote placed it there ahead of the next rain, coming winds and old man time… it is proven that those 3 elements always prevail, yet co-exist with one another in repetitious patterns…
Absent of rain and little wind, I had plenty of time for my final stand of the day… I made a conscience decision to kill another coyote or sit till dark trying… besides it is not like I had some place better to be… All I did was a couple lone howls then sat in silence for over 25 minutes… I waited for the sun to set, thinking the lower light conditions of the last half of the golden hour could give them the extra confidence to come in to the call… I broadcasted Bay Bee cottontail and it was less than a minute into the first series that I had 2 coming in… they were pretty much already there… they were only 70 or 80 yards when I first saw them… I hit mute and went to get the lead coyote in the scope… without the sound she would take a few steps, stop and look around… take a few more steps then stop and look around… I sent a 40 grain V-max that splashed on her right front shoulder… she turned into a spinner as I sent another V-max her way that connected with a sound not unlike thumping a watermelon… she still staggered off into the thickets before I could send a 3rd V-max… I went down and found her a few yards from where I saw her last…
Fast forward to yesterday… I got my BATF tax stamp….
Verified my zero, then found myself in the Cheyenne Valley…
Found myself… in the valley where the rain washes away the blood… if there is magic on this planet, it is contained in the water…
Thinking of coyotes I wanted a first kill with my suppressor… but it was the cat that came in, even after lone howls…
I still love the smell of coyote p!ss in the morning....
Redux;
He came in low out of the rising sun… from about a half mile out I put on the music… I use Bay Bee cottontail… the coyotes love it… it scares the [beeep] outta the slopes…
I love the smell of coyote p!ss in the morning…
Here is a mid-day setup that produced only a view… I will count it as productive… at one time the river flowed thru the valley below;
There is still water underground… I made my final stand on dry ground above that water… it holds a coyote track that stares up at the sun… coyote placed it there ahead of the next rain, coming winds and old man time… it is proven that those 3 elements always prevail, yet co-exist with one another in repetitious patterns…
Absent of rain and little wind, I had plenty of time for my final stand of the day… I made a conscience decision to kill another coyote or sit till dark trying… besides it is not like I had some place better to be… All I did was a couple lone howls then sat in silence for over 25 minutes… I waited for the sun to set, thinking the lower light conditions of the last half of the golden hour could give them the extra confidence to come in to the call… I broadcasted Bay Bee cottontail and it was less than a minute into the first series that I had 2 coming in… they were pretty much already there… they were only 70 or 80 yards when I first saw them… I hit mute and went to get the lead coyote in the scope… without the sound she would take a few steps, stop and look around… take a few more steps then stop and look around… I sent a 40 grain V-max that splashed on her right front shoulder… she turned into a spinner as I sent another V-max her way that connected with a sound not unlike thumping a watermelon… she still staggered off into the thickets before I could send a 3rd V-max… I went down and found her a few yards from where I saw her last…
Fast forward to yesterday… I got my BATF tax stamp….
Verified my zero, then found myself in the Cheyenne Valley…
Found myself… in the valley where the rain washes away the blood… if there is magic on this planet, it is contained in the water…
Thinking of coyotes I wanted a first kill with my suppressor… but it was the cat that came in, even after lone howls…
I still love the smell of coyote p!ss in the morning....
