Not having been back to the cow carcass for over a week and notified of an additional carcass added, I knew where I would be going this morning. My weather station showed a breeze from the southeast which would be well suited for this spot.
Parked almost a half mile away and followed a well packed cow path south to the drainage. Walking east along the bottom of the drainage would hide my approach for as close as I dared before cutting upward to the a small clump of willow trees. From this spot I had a clear shooting lane to the cow carcasses which had been ranged on my last visit at 191 yards. Looking somewhat like a cat stalking a mouse, my last few yards of progress was very slow. Each footstep was carefully placed trying to avoid stepping on crunchy snow and unexpected twigs that may alert any nearby keen ears . As I approached the willow bush, I couldn’t see any coyotes but with a limited view of the area, I was still optimistic.
After getting set up, I had only been sitting for a few minutes before seeing all the magpies lift off the cow carcasses and fly into the nearby trees. I was expecting to see a coyote appear but a half minute later, all the magpies glide back down to the carcasses. Another minute or two passes and once again the magpies lift off but this time I see the reason for their departure. A coyote who is now standing on top a carcass quickly disappears on the far side before I could settle the cross hairs on fur. I was getting glimpses of the coyote who was soon joined by a few magpies for breakfast but really had no clear shot.
Suddenly the coyote jumps onto a carcass again but it isn’t there long enough for me to get a shot off.
Roughly 3 minutes later, patience pays off as I see the coyote jump atop the carcass once again. I slide the safety off, and following the crack of the 223 AI, a 64 gr. Berger bullet finds its mark. (191 yards)
Magpies flew up at the report of the rifle but I also caught glimpses of a coyote skirting the ridge to the northeast. This coyote keeps glancing behind it as it distances itself from the cow carcasses but unknown to it, it’s actually coming closer to me. The coyote looked uncertain which way it should run and I knew it couldn’t travel much further west before it would catch my scent. A vocal howl on my part stops the coyote and once again a 64 gr Berger is sent on its way. A 121 yard shot has coyote number two down for the morning.

I never seen this coyote earlier but it must have been close-by when I shot the first one.