With it being cold all last week and continuing into this weekend, I decided to get one more weekend of hunting in. Today's -13F morning air had a crisp bite to it as I walked into my first calling location which was some coulee's that historically hold coyotes. Today was no exception with 3 showing shortly after some cottontail distress was played. Instead of coming across a 200 yard bench as others have in the past, these ones chose to skirt the offside of the rolling hills giving me only the odd glimpse. A big downwind loop and they bust me.... Tough area to hunt with just one person.
Next spot is the same coulee's but a 4 mile drive west. Park on the edge of a field and then hike a half mile east though pasture lands to an area that has a very large patch of willows bordering the creek. Situated with willows to the northeast and the breeze from the east, I start off with a few howls but get no response. Switch to some jackrabbit distress and its not long before I notice a single coming from the far hills to the north. I keep an eye on the much closer willow bushes just in case something shows. After numerous glances with nothing from the willows I re-position myself for the single. With it on a fast trot straight towards me, I'm thinking its just a matter of time but then it abruptly stops. I can see it looking to the west which draws my attention to a pair that are also coming in. These two cut much further west and head for my downwind side which I have a poor view of. Knowing that I likely won't see the pair again before they scent me, I take a quick range of 348 yards on the single. Before I get settled in for a shot, I see the pair tearing back north to the hills... busted!!. This also sends the single trotting back to the north. Another case of coyotes making that big downwind loop to catch my scent. Give my head a shake as I question myself, seems like this was my first time predator hunting?
After the long walk of shame and almost back to the truck I notice a coyote in the field mousing 300 or so yards directly downwind of my truck. Figures!!!!
Backtrack a 100 yards north and cut into the field at a spot where a draw will bring me closer to the unaware coyote. As I crest the last ridge I expect the coyote to be a couple hundred yards out but turns out the coyote was on the move also. We meet eye to eye at roughly 60 yards. The coyote lopes off to the north but keeps looking over its shoulder trying figure out what heck I was. I can only see its back for the most part but when the coyote hits my scent stream it shifts gears heading north towards the bush. A lucky shot rolls the runner but required a finishing shot. Ranged where it dropped at 168 yards.
Wrapping the season up tomorrow, it should be fun as I will hunting with my son up in his area. Maybe we can connect on one of those Daylight Saving Time coyotes.
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