Snowshoes
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I was off to a feedlot today:
A cool but calm morning greeted me as I snuck into a spot where I could possibly intercept a coyote leaving the dead pile. Set up in front of a couple hay bales, put the face mask on, took some ranges of various landmarks, and turned on all my heated gear. Now let the coyote action begin!
Although it was 1F, I was toasty as could be.
The 223AI was the gun of choice today and as you can see in the picture, there is a pile of coyote tracks in the foreground.
Roughly fifteen minutes later, a scruffy looking coyote comes trotting along. It stops to investigate what a pair of magpies were up to and I take the opportunity to take the shot.
The 64 grain Berger catches the coyote square making number 43. ( shot at 107 yards)
Sat for another 20 minutes but never seen any other coyotes.
I decided to continue to a half mile west and see if I could call a coyote from one of the many bush patches. The plan was to set up on a fence line and as I was cresting the last knoll, I see a coyote to the southwest. Unfortunately the coyote seen me also and started barking. I’m not really sure if the coyote knew what I was but it did know my location.
I had no where to go, so I crawled further to the crest of the knoll before getting the bi-pod and rifle into position. Took a range and repeated a couple more times to confirm the 384 yardage. Adjusted the turret accordingly and touched off a shot. Watching the coyote drop was such a rewarding feeling, I almost patted myself on the back.
But I was a little quick with the celebration as the coyote is suddenly up and making its way to the southwest. It used the lay of the land to its advantage and all I got was glimpses of the departing dog. It was heading for a small slough and I figured it would lay down in the willow trees. Long story short, the coyote went right through that slough bottom and headed to the big timber a quarter mile south. I tracked the coyote for an hour but it quit bleeding and I lost the trail. The 1-3/4 mile walk back to the truck with nothing to show for my efforts was a tad disappointing. The truck however was a welcomed sight!
A cool but calm morning greeted me as I snuck into a spot where I could possibly intercept a coyote leaving the dead pile. Set up in front of a couple hay bales, put the face mask on, took some ranges of various landmarks, and turned on all my heated gear. Now let the coyote action begin!
Although it was 1F, I was toasty as could be.
The 223AI was the gun of choice today and as you can see in the picture, there is a pile of coyote tracks in the foreground.
Roughly fifteen minutes later, a scruffy looking coyote comes trotting along. It stops to investigate what a pair of magpies were up to and I take the opportunity to take the shot.
The 64 grain Berger catches the coyote square making number 43. ( shot at 107 yards)
Sat for another 20 minutes but never seen any other coyotes.
I decided to continue to a half mile west and see if I could call a coyote from one of the many bush patches. The plan was to set up on a fence line and as I was cresting the last knoll, I see a coyote to the southwest. Unfortunately the coyote seen me also and started barking. I’m not really sure if the coyote knew what I was but it did know my location.
I had no where to go, so I crawled further to the crest of the knoll before getting the bi-pod and rifle into position. Took a range and repeated a couple more times to confirm the 384 yardage. Adjusted the turret accordingly and touched off a shot. Watching the coyote drop was such a rewarding feeling, I almost patted myself on the back.
But I was a little quick with the celebration as the coyote is suddenly up and making its way to the southwest. It used the lay of the land to its advantage and all I got was glimpses of the departing dog. It was heading for a small slough and I figured it would lay down in the willow trees. Long story short, the coyote went right through that slough bottom and headed to the big timber a quarter mile south. I tracked the coyote for an hour but it quit bleeding and I lost the trail. The 1-3/4 mile walk back to the truck with nothing to show for my efforts was a tad disappointing. The truck however was a welcomed sight!
