Finally after several days of cold-cold weather, we get a decent day to be outdoors. Just 24 hours prior, the ambient temperature was -22*F (wind-chill of -40*F) but how things can change, as this morning I was greeted with +23F and basically no wind. Knowing this warm weather is to be short lived and back into the negative teens by tomorrow morning, I busted a trail into the field yesterday with the truck just to make sure for ease of waking at first light today. My view to the southwest where I expected the coyotes to come from.
Sat for a half hour and other than one raven flying overhead, I hadnít seen any activity. For some reason I felt I should look to the north and sure enough I see a coyote step out of the bush just a few yards away from me. The coyotes eyes and mine meet simultaneously but I donít dare move. The coyote slowly turns around and walks back into the trees. I go to reach for the rifle but the coyote walks back out and gives me a second look before slowly retracing its tracks.
Once the coyote is out of sight, I move the rifle into position and figure either the coyote will come back out or Iíll try calling it later.
Five minutes pass and I have almost given up on that coyote reappearing but then I see something that looks out of place further to the north. With the aid of the binoculars, I can see the coyote peaking through a thin stand of trees. I get a range of 148 yards and wait out the situation as I donít like where the coyote is standing. The coyote isnít budging, so a few lip squeaks are sent its way. The coyote cautiously walks a few feet and stops but this time its in the clear. A 64gr. Berger sent on its way at 3155 fps finds its target, dropping coyote number one.
My view to the north along the trees. I later stepped off to where the coyote originally came out and it was a mere 29 paces. I guess my camo worked!
The spot where I was sitting
Fifteen minute pass and I see a coyote almost a half mile to the east. This coyote doesnít really show any sign of what direction it intended to travel but if it did decide to come my way, it likely would scent me long before it would be in range.
I swing my attention back to the south but this area is still void of any coyote activity. I look back to the easterly coyote and see its now sitting down and looks to be enjoying the first sun-rays of the day.
I glance north and there is another coyote standing by the downed one. A few sniffs and it turns to look to the east which presents me a broadside shot. Once again the 223AI is called upon to send a bullet on its way. Coyote number two down which is also at 148 yards.
The pair as I found them.