It warmed up some and I needed to get out and try my luck calling, even if it meant snowshoeing in.
The temperature was -15°F but the breeze put a bite to the air, feeling like -29°F..
The first location I headed for had me going through a couple thick stands of snow covered cattails. I appreciated the snowshoes but my legs were getting a real workout.
I set up a half mile from the truck and although a decent area, nothing showed.
The walk back with the big feet on was considerably easier.
Next stand I wasn’t overly excited about the walk but being an area that usually produces coyotes, the 3/4 mile walk in, seemed worth it.
After breaking trail in 2.5-3 foot deep snow, a few rest were required. It’s times like this that I remember that I’m not as young as I used to be.
Once I reach the trees that surrounds a large cattail infested slough bottom, I kick off the snowshoes and follow a coyote trail that worked it’s way through the cattails and into open area of the slough. Historically coyotes have come on the ice from various locations so I range various spots where I thought the coyotes may show from. Distances varied from 106 to 238 yard.
After my second series of calls, I do see a coyote but it just skirted the cattails for a few feet before ducking into them. At first glance it was encouraging but then realized the coyote was going away from me. It was then I realized the wind swirled directions which put an instant end to this set.
Packed up and worked my way back to the snowshoes. Once again the walk back was somewhat easier following my trail and after cresting the last hill,
the relief of seeing the truck is welcomed, even it was still almost a half mile away.
