As I knelt down on the dam of a small pond, my scent blew over the county road less than 150 yards behind me. I stare down into the drainage channel; it looks like a really good setup, other than its close proximity to the road and the possibility of them seeing my truck. As I squatted and contemplated making that stand, a coyote starts barking at me from across the road near my truck. Hearing that, I decide to go further into the section. As I begin to make my way down and into the channel a group responds to the barker with howls and yips, a few hundred yards away in my section.
I hastily made my way back up to the corner of the dam and setup with the open channel to my back. My scent now carries cross wind over the open water. The bluestem grass obscures visibility in the direction of their anticipated approach. I howl and they answer almost immediately. I wait a minute or two and go into distress, within seconds I see the tops of 3 coyotes bobbing toward me. They get close and then turn tail, leaving me with no good shot opportunity. I go into pup distress and the group comes back, but this time they are trying to circle the pond to get my wind. I finally got one stopped in the shorter grass of the irrigation channel that feeds into the pond.
As I continue on to my next stand, I can hear her mate behind me, yodeling trying to locate his deceased wife. When they do that it reminds me of the bonds domestic dogs develop with their owners and other dogs. It leads me to believe that coyote is capable similar emotions. I don’t think many people look at coyote from the angle that shows their affectionate side. Anyway, I traveled a little less than a quarter mile and broke another heart.
One and done Wednesday… I took out another mangy one.
Spring is swinging into full effect, one of my favorite times to hunt. Switch it up….
I hastily made my way back up to the corner of the dam and setup with the open channel to my back. My scent now carries cross wind over the open water. The bluestem grass obscures visibility in the direction of their anticipated approach. I howl and they answer almost immediately. I wait a minute or two and go into distress, within seconds I see the tops of 3 coyotes bobbing toward me. They get close and then turn tail, leaving me with no good shot opportunity. I go into pup distress and the group comes back, but this time they are trying to circle the pond to get my wind. I finally got one stopped in the shorter grass of the irrigation channel that feeds into the pond.
As I continue on to my next stand, I can hear her mate behind me, yodeling trying to locate his deceased wife. When they do that it reminds me of the bonds domestic dogs develop with their owners and other dogs. It leads me to believe that coyote is capable similar emotions. I don’t think many people look at coyote from the angle that shows their affectionate side. Anyway, I traveled a little less than a quarter mile and broke another heart.
One and done Wednesday… I took out another mangy one.
Spring is swinging into full effect, one of my favorite times to hunt. Switch it up….