Snowshoes
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Sunday November 29 2020
The old saying “ better to be a half hour early than five minutes late” echoed through my mind as I left the truck this morning.
I was back to the area where I had the cartwheeling coyote and the stuck brass last Friday.
Not sure how I lost track of time but I was late leaving this morning and it would prove to be a coyote hunting mistake.
The sky to the southeast was already gleaming bright orange and I still had a half mile walk ahead of me.
No coyotes at the cut line as I passed by at a hurried pace this morning. Once I entered the field and started walking east I could only hope the coyotes hadn’t already passed through.
I hadn’t walked very far when I see a group of three heading north on the coyote trail. I was down on my knees with the rifle on the bi-pod but held off from taking a long shot. Once those three were out of sight I stood back up only to see two more following the same route as the previous three. Back down and once again let those 2 pass by. Once those ones were out of sight I continue my way eastward. Set up closer to the trail than usual and once settled in, I really disliked the new spot I had chosen. Got up to move back to the old spot and sure enough, a coyote crest the hill at the same time and spots me. I now watch the north end of an southbound coyote disappear over the hill. I sure managed to screw this hunt up and my expectations of seeing anymore coyotes was fading away.
A minute later, the bright sun rays break over the hilltop and are shining directly into my eyes. I couldn’t see a coyote now even if I wanted to. That s the problem with this spot but its my only option for this particular trail. Packed up and had an uneventful walk back to the truck
The old saying “ better to be a half hour early than five minutes late” echoed through my mind as I left the truck this morning.
I was back to the area where I had the cartwheeling coyote and the stuck brass last Friday.
Not sure how I lost track of time but I was late leaving this morning and it would prove to be a coyote hunting mistake.
The sky to the southeast was already gleaming bright orange and I still had a half mile walk ahead of me.
No coyotes at the cut line as I passed by at a hurried pace this morning. Once I entered the field and started walking east I could only hope the coyotes hadn’t already passed through.
I hadn’t walked very far when I see a group of three heading north on the coyote trail. I was down on my knees with the rifle on the bi-pod but held off from taking a long shot. Once those three were out of sight I stood back up only to see two more following the same route as the previous three. Back down and once again let those 2 pass by. Once those ones were out of sight I continue my way eastward. Set up closer to the trail than usual and once settled in, I really disliked the new spot I had chosen. Got up to move back to the old spot and sure enough, a coyote crest the hill at the same time and spots me. I now watch the north end of an southbound coyote disappear over the hill. I sure managed to screw this hunt up and my expectations of seeing anymore coyotes was fading away.
A minute later, the bright sun rays break over the hilltop and are shining directly into my eyes. I couldn’t see a coyote now even if I wanted to. That s the problem with this spot but its my only option for this particular trail. Packed up and had an uneventful walk back to the truck