Jesse lackey
New member
So, to celebrate independance day this year, we thought what better than to exercise our second amendment right, so we spent all day saturday shooting guns. Between me and my buddy Carl, we had quite an assortment. Everything from the P90, to the .50 bmg. Well, sunday rolls around, and Carl who i have been working with on calling coyotes decided that today was the day he killed his first yote. Well, being the good host i am, i talked him into calling for me (he needed the practice) so i could hide in the brush with the .50 bmg. Well, i am happy to report that Carl called his first coyote, and i shot it. Yes, with a bmg. There wasn't much lefto of the little guy, and with the rules on graphic material, i decided that it would be best to just take the ten seconds with my pocket knife, and remove the head from what was left of body. This is our calling location, and below is me and the coyote.
For those of you who are wondering, the pic of me and the yote were taken in my pasture after removing unwanted body parts.
Well, feeling like manly men, we retired to the BBQ and Beer. After lots of beer, Carl started nagging me about him killing a yote, so, using my best judgment at the time, i told him that my wife had to leave for work at 5:30 am the next morn, so to be there, and i would be ready to go. I dont think that ether one of us planed on making good on these plans, but him and his girl friend ended up staying the night, and apparently they decided since they had to listen to all our hunting stories, and bragging the night before, that we needed to get up and hunt. So, we hit the fields, and as soon as we could see i started calling. I was using a little Custom Rabit distress i got years ago, dont even know who made it, but its a great call. About 15 min later i caught some movement way off to my right, straight in fromt of Carl. i slowly turned my head, and there he was, mr whil-e-coyote. I waited for a shot from Carl's .308, and heard nothing. The coyote had us peged, so i couldnt turn. He hung out just long enought for me to start to wonder what was going on with Carl, then he hit the river bed and was gone. As soon as he was gone, i turned to see The Great White Hunter in his best stealth position.
At this point, i was slightly dissapointed, so i snapped a few pics, realized my batteries were dying on my camera, and decided it was time to go. Something you should know about Carl is he has the directional cordanance of a Lemming, so since it was dark when we walked in, i left him to his nap, and sliped from the field.
I headed to the next field with a dead camera, and a bruised ego, set up, and called for about 20 min. I was just about to go, but tecided to give a quick kiyi (have no idea how to spell that) So i pulled out the old "little dog" and let it go. A nice mail charged out of the wood line, and god dumped my my .223. He was a great looking Coyote for this time of year, minus all the ticks, so i drug him back to the truck, and headed home for a photo op. On the way i picked up Carl who was awake, and sitting on a hill in the pasture, and went to the house. I pluged in my camera as soon as we got there, and sat down to relax while it charged. About 15 min later i heard lots of racket coming from outside, and looked to see that my pit Sooie had located the dead coyote in the truck, and took it upon herself to make sure it was really dead. I fugured the camera was charged enough, and went and got this pic of her.
After the photo with the dog, we headed out to get some quick shots of the calling locations. This is the view from Carls napping spot!
We got sick of walking, it got pretty hot, so here is the location i got my coyote at, but the view from the road!
Sory so long, but had lots to share.
For those of you who are wondering, the pic of me and the yote were taken in my pasture after removing unwanted body parts.
Well, feeling like manly men, we retired to the BBQ and Beer. After lots of beer, Carl started nagging me about him killing a yote, so, using my best judgment at the time, i told him that my wife had to leave for work at 5:30 am the next morn, so to be there, and i would be ready to go. I dont think that ether one of us planed on making good on these plans, but him and his girl friend ended up staying the night, and apparently they decided since they had to listen to all our hunting stories, and bragging the night before, that we needed to get up and hunt. So, we hit the fields, and as soon as we could see i started calling. I was using a little Custom Rabit distress i got years ago, dont even know who made it, but its a great call. About 15 min later i caught some movement way off to my right, straight in fromt of Carl. i slowly turned my head, and there he was, mr whil-e-coyote. I waited for a shot from Carl's .308, and heard nothing. The coyote had us peged, so i couldnt turn. He hung out just long enought for me to start to wonder what was going on with Carl, then he hit the river bed and was gone. As soon as he was gone, i turned to see The Great White Hunter in his best stealth position.
At this point, i was slightly dissapointed, so i snapped a few pics, realized my batteries were dying on my camera, and decided it was time to go. Something you should know about Carl is he has the directional cordanance of a Lemming, so since it was dark when we walked in, i left him to his nap, and sliped from the field.
I headed to the next field with a dead camera, and a bruised ego, set up, and called for about 20 min. I was just about to go, but tecided to give a quick kiyi (have no idea how to spell that) So i pulled out the old "little dog" and let it go. A nice mail charged out of the wood line, and god dumped my my .223. He was a great looking Coyote for this time of year, minus all the ticks, so i drug him back to the truck, and headed home for a photo op. On the way i picked up Carl who was awake, and sitting on a hill in the pasture, and went to the house. I pluged in my camera as soon as we got there, and sat down to relax while it charged. About 15 min later i heard lots of racket coming from outside, and looked to see that my pit Sooie had located the dead coyote in the truck, and took it upon herself to make sure it was really dead. I fugured the camera was charged enough, and went and got this pic of her.
After the photo with the dog, we headed out to get some quick shots of the calling locations. This is the view from Carls napping spot!
We got sick of walking, it got pretty hot, so here is the location i got my coyote at, but the view from the road!
Sory so long, but had lots to share.
