A relatively calm morning with a temperature hovering near the freezing mark would suit me just fine for watching coyote trails once again. A different location than yesterday but otherwise the same plan which sure doesn’t complicate things for me
. ( Sit, Wait, See coyote, Hopefully shoot coyote........repeat)
Blue skies gave way to grey, as a few snow flurries passed through leaving a light dusting of tiny white flakes scattered about.
Within a couple feet of me, a chickadee was hopping from cattail to cattail which was keeping me entertained and for a grand finale, it decided to land on my rifle barrel for a couple seconds to check me out.
A half hour passes before seeing a coyote crest a far hill to the southeast and within a few seconds, two more coyotes are observed traveling the same route. They all disappear into a low spot and I take the opportunity to get lined up and ready for their arrival. A couple minutes later, I have all three coming my direction and when the lead coyote stops, I take the shot. Dropping the one coyote, I chamber another round but the other two vacated the area in short order using the lay of the land to their advantage.
(Ranged the shot at 154 yards)
The coyote trail as it enters the slough bottom.