So here's how it happened
For the past couple of years I've got out early on independence day to do one stand before I go back home to celabrate like normal people. You know parade, family dinner, watermelon and the hometown fireworks display.
Yesterday (July 3rd) I went out to scope a new area out. I walked in to the area and covered the area pretty good to check it out. I found a freshly killed little two point mule deer. It appeared to have been dead about a day. ( or there abouts) it was eaten on pretty good. There were coyote tracks all over the area. You could tell they had been feeding on it . I scoped out the area and decided on a spot to sit and call in the morning. The spot had thick brush and small elevated sand dunes. It looked prime except I would have liked to have more open areas for shooting lanes. I GPSed a spot so I could find it again in the morning in the dark.
I left home at 430 am this morning, drove to the area parked my truck in a ravine outta site and walked in about a mile. Set up in the spot (it was over the hill from the dead deer maybe 100 yards) the wind was good in my face on the walk in. I couldn't get anyone to go with me so i figured if one came in from the right direction it would be a good thing. The area was so hard to cover with only one set of eyes.
I sat as always listening to the sounds of the morning. It was hot (80 degrees) and as it got light I heard a large pack of coyotes howling right back about where my pickup was parked. Then another lone coyote lite it up about 100 yards away (over the hill towards the dead deer) I was really excited and was feeling pretty good about my chances. Started with a fawn in distress for a minute then went to some howling. I didn't feel real warm and fuzzy howling because it seemed like the open area to shoot with a rifle was spoty at best. After about 10 minutes I started a bird in distress. About a minute later I spotted a coyote watching me about 100 yards away. All I could see is his head above the brush. I raised the rock River to the shooting stix and I slipped away into the brush. You've been there, I thought, DARN! After about another 5 minutes. I did my own version out a KyYi. Shortly there after a male came exploding over a sand dune. I raised the Bennelli to my shoulder and let the 4 buck fly, down he went about 30 yards away. I wished I cyould have shot it with the suppressed rock River but a coyote down was the most important thing.
I continued to call and I could hear a couple more coyotes barking at me. They continued barking, I just could not put eyes on them. I kept looking through my binos. It went on for another 10 minutes. I decided to pull an old infidel trick (Jeremy) so I left the call on and dropped over the back side of the sand dune and scurried about 150 yards upwind outta sight. I peeked over the dune and I could finally see them about 300 yards away running back and forth barking. As I was peering over the dune is felt like the tin woodsman and cowardly lion in the wizard of OZ peeking over at the gaurds at the witches castle.
Anyway they wouldn't stop long enough to get a good shot. I don't think they knew I was there. They stared running downwind away from me. They were circling to wind the call. I dropped back over the dune and scurried out of site back to the call. I could catch glimpses of them through the brush about 300 yards away. I took a shot at one hoping to hit it while they were on the move.
anyway, I packed up and went over to the dead deer on my way back to the truck and took a pic.
it was a good morning. I was back home by 8 am and ready to have a somewhat normal 4 th of July.
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