Sorry it has taken so long to post but I have had several fires at work to put out and could not get into the internet till today.



Well I started out for the Globe hunt and planed to hunt some good areas along the way. I got to the areas I wanted to hunt and dang the state was working on the roads and most of the areas were closed off because of the construction. So to heck with it I just continued to the Hunt.



I got to the Hotel and found NMLeon (Leon Rogers) still in bed at 0900. I had to howl at Leon to get him up. Not true all I had to do was call his name and POW he was out of bed looking sheepish at being caught still in bed.



I unloaded my old Ford F150 4x4 and we were off to the reservation to get Leon’s tag and license. After that it was about 11:00 and we headed out to see what we could find.



First stand on the Reservation we were not too far from the housing on the Res. we set up with the breeze and started calling. About three to five minutes into the stand in came- got you- a truck load of Indians and they stopped just down wind from us and kicked on their stereo and started the beer drinking.



Well we were a little peeved but we pulled up stakes and left.



We also had to contend with the Deer, Elk, and bird hunters. So we planed to hunt areas where they were not around. Which was hard to do on and off the reservation.



The next area we tried (on the Reservation) was just below a ridge where we could see both directions for a long ways. I placed my caller (Western Rivers) in the bottom about 200 yards from the top woody decoy was doing it’s best and the caller was singing the birdie distress blues.



We had met up with crapshoot and his pard and we all were watching the dang valley but nothing moved except for birds. Woody started having problems then too he just stopped dang. First I have one that is taken by a red tail hawk and now this new one has had an electric heart attack. So no more wood decoy.



Leon and I decided to try another area off the reservation we talked to a rancher and he told us where there was coyotes and cats on his ranch. So we went up to the area and set up we tried all the sounds and Leon’s decoy but nothing it was too late and I was having a hard time staying awake.



That evening we decided on going to the southwest end of the reservation the next morning. We drove south on 77 looking for places to stop and call. We found a great place just off the highway and set up with Leon in the bottom and me up top over looking the river there and the two washes that ran into the river. We called there for more than 45 minutes and nothing except birds again.



We traveled father south and was looking for a road that was on the maps that cut back in to the reservation from the south. We set up in several places south of the reservation there was plenty of sign but nothing came in but dang birds.



Finally we found a road (two tracks) that followed some power lines. Soon I had to get out and lock in the front end to keep going on the rocky two tracks. We got as far back as my lower back would let me go. I was in enough pain that Leon had to set up the next stand in the bottom of a step wash alone. Nothing came in.



We turned around and headed back and when we got to the mouth we set up again and Leon’s caller went on the fritz battery or connector problems. Again nothing.



We headed back with nothing to show for except a great time out doors and making a great friend with Leon.



The next morning I was up most of the night with my back and I decided to head out to the ranch where the rancher had told us where to hunt.



The wind was blowing up on the top where I was at. I knew that the predators in the area would not hear the caller so I started out with my Grandfathers mouth call (jack) I squawked for about three minutes when I seen two coyotes coming from a ridge over to the west of me. They dropped down into the bottom of the little valley to my right and I waited trying to figure witch trail they would come out on. I waited for about 5 minutes and nothing I got miffed and moved to the edge or the ridge and looked down looking for the two coyotes. I though I spotted them but then nope it was the ranchers cattle in the leeward side out of the wind. I thought dam where were the coyotes?



As I set there I caught a slight movement on the far side. There they were both were lying down in the sun and out of the wind.



I set my shooting sticks up and took very careful aim and adjusted for the wind up top and the slight breeze where the coyotes were. As I settled for the 200 yard shoot the large male stood up and stretched. I put the cross hears just to the left side into the wind and squeezed off the shot. He dropped like he just feel back to sleep. The female stood up and looked at him but was not spooked. So I set the sights on her the same and squeezed off the round and she dropped also.



I now had a dilemma here I was on the ridge with a bad back and two dogs down. So I sat back down my self and watched the two dogs to make sure they were done.



I decided that I could walk over to them and take photos so I walked back to my truck and dropped off the stool and other stuff that I did not need. I headed back to the steep side of the canyon the coyotes were on and started the climb down to them. As I got closer to the coyotes the three bulls on the other side of the canyon seen me and started getting up set. Shortly the three bulls came out of the cover and started towards me pawing the ground and butting each other. Not knowing these bulls to well I stopped climbing down to the coyotes and backed off.



I figured the coyotes were not worth the possible problems that the three bulls could cause let alone I having to explain to the rancher that I had to defend my self and I had shot his bulls. (I always carry my 1911 for personal protection).



I left the area and went to the ranch head quarters and told the rancher about the coyotes and the bulls. He said that “the last person that got too close to the bulls was found up a tree because the bulls are not friendly he was not hurt but was dam scared of the bulls”.

The rancher thanked me for the two coyotes and I left.



The next day was the big get together and I decided not to go out for just the short morning. So I slept in and had a great time at the get together. I was able to get a new woody and the guy’s from Outfoxed Products said the contacts inside had come apart and that was why he crocked. They were great and gave me a new woody.



Gerald Stewart had a very good presentation on his father and the business of call making and callers.



Bryan South was also great and had some good insight to calling.



Over all it was a great time spent there and friends made.



Biker I hope the 22-250 works great for you. My four daughters just were afraid of the recoil and would not shoot it. With them being the last of the family to enjoy the outdoors with me there was no reason to keep a rifle that I was the only one shooting.

Kevin,
It was great to see you again! You have always been a big supporter of PM's hunts and we have greatly appreciated it!!!

Thanks again for the donations this year!!!

-Mike

Kevin, you the man!

You can share the contents of my cooler anytime Kevin. It was good to see you again.

It was good to talk with you again Kevin..

Kevin is exaggerating. It wasn't a minute past 08:30, or 08:45, or so.

Great hunting with ya Kevin, next year we'll forget about the lions and just hunt coyotes.

Jeff, your new avatar is kind of small. I can't tell for sure, is that you in camo?