Snowshoes
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This morning (Sunday Nov. 08th ) was another splendid start to the day. A light frost covered my surroundings as I walked along the edge of a canola field to my desired lookout point. Get settled in and I’m amazed at the racket of the waterfowl from a large slough to the south of me. Fifteen minutes later, literally thousands of ducks and geese are flying overhead to their morning feeding grounds which was a sight to see.
Get my mind back to coyote hunting and glass the field to see if any thing is leaving the poultry farm which is northwest of me. I see a couple coyotes leaving but they are headed away from my position. Another 15 minutes pass before spotting one that is headed my direction. This coyote is in no big hurry but keeps its bearings towards me. When its roughly 80 yards away I bark to stop it and drop it in its tracks.
After walking back to the truck and then picking up the coyote, it’s off to a gravel pit that I called in a fox the evening before. I sat at the big dirt mound in the background of the picture. I had only played cottontail distress for a minute or so when the fox showed up. I shot and knew it was hit but it took off on the run towards a drainage ditch. I continued to call to see if anything else was willing to show itself but nothing did. Packed up and headed to where I thought the fox should be. When I got to the drainage ditch I found a 100 foot strip of 2-3 foot tall grass that the fox had gotten into. I searched till the light had faded enough that I decided to come back in the morning.
This morning I head back and once again pick up the blood trail going into the grass, I follow the trail as best as I could to the other side. I see blood on some canola stubble and realize the fox had made it through the grass strip. Walked out into the field and found my fox 60 yards out.
Get my mind back to coyote hunting and glass the field to see if any thing is leaving the poultry farm which is northwest of me. I see a couple coyotes leaving but they are headed away from my position. Another 15 minutes pass before spotting one that is headed my direction. This coyote is in no big hurry but keeps its bearings towards me. When its roughly 80 yards away I bark to stop it and drop it in its tracks.
After walking back to the truck and then picking up the coyote, it’s off to a gravel pit that I called in a fox the evening before. I sat at the big dirt mound in the background of the picture. I had only played cottontail distress for a minute or so when the fox showed up. I shot and knew it was hit but it took off on the run towards a drainage ditch. I continued to call to see if anything else was willing to show itself but nothing did. Packed up and headed to where I thought the fox should be. When I got to the drainage ditch I found a 100 foot strip of 2-3 foot tall grass that the fox had gotten into. I searched till the light had faded enough that I decided to come back in the morning.
This morning I head back and once again pick up the blood trail going into the grass, I follow the trail as best as I could to the other side. I see blood on some canola stubble and realize the fox had made it through the grass strip. Walked out into the field and found my fox 60 yards out.
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