So it begins.....Wednesday December 14, 2011
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With not much happening in my deer hunting spot these last few outings I thought I change things up a bit. After laying down some corn and apples and sitting in my stand not seeing any deer I figure it would be best to set up my trail cam and let it do the hard part for me. It seems the deer are eating it just when I am not there. I will check the camera in a few days and hopefully it can tell me when a good time to sit is. So with nothing to do and a little bit of time on my hands and feeling good, not sure why but at times I really enjoy hunting in the rain. I put on some rain gear head out to the deer spot and instead of sitting in the bush with my bow I would carry my .223. I would stay away from the bush, do a little scouting and coyote hunting at the same time. My plan was to call for about 15 mins and then just sit and watch with the binoculars for any deer that might come out just before dark. I got there around 4:30pm and started my calling at 4:36 pm, by 5:03 pm all pictures were taken and I was carrying this guy back to my truck. I started off with a dying rabbit in distress open reed hand call. (My e-caller is back over at the manufactures getting repaired) I played my hand call for a good minute and then went silent. I was going to wait another minute and call again. Its hard to tell how long a minute is without looking at a watch so I usually count in my head, one, two, three and so on, I don’t think I reached the 40 second count before I see this guy emerge from the bush and start heading my way. I put the scope on him and clicked off the safety. I could see he was a nice coyote but not huge. As he came closer I lost sight of him under the hill so now that he could not see me, I grab my little squeaker and gave him a few squeaks… He came right over the little hill and started heading downwind; I waited until he got clear of the brush and wolfed him to stop. It was only a 60 yds shot, the 55 gr bullet found its mark and he went down right away. It was nice to finally get out and see something; taking him down was just a big bonus. Now back to deer hunting, enjoy the pics….
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With not much happening in my deer hunting spot these last few outings I thought I change things up a bit. After laying down some corn and apples and sitting in my stand not seeing any deer I figure it would be best to set up my trail cam and let it do the hard part for me. It seems the deer are eating it just when I am not there. I will check the camera in a few days and hopefully it can tell me when a good time to sit is. So with nothing to do and a little bit of time on my hands and feeling good, not sure why but at times I really enjoy hunting in the rain. I put on some rain gear head out to the deer spot and instead of sitting in the bush with my bow I would carry my .223. I would stay away from the bush, do a little scouting and coyote hunting at the same time. My plan was to call for about 15 mins and then just sit and watch with the binoculars for any deer that might come out just before dark. I got there around 4:30pm and started my calling at 4:36 pm, by 5:03 pm all pictures were taken and I was carrying this guy back to my truck. I started off with a dying rabbit in distress open reed hand call. (My e-caller is back over at the manufactures getting repaired) I played my hand call for a good minute and then went silent. I was going to wait another minute and call again. Its hard to tell how long a minute is without looking at a watch so I usually count in my head, one, two, three and so on, I don’t think I reached the 40 second count before I see this guy emerge from the bush and start heading my way. I put the scope on him and clicked off the safety. I could see he was a nice coyote but not huge. As he came closer I lost sight of him under the hill so now that he could not see me, I grab my little squeaker and gave him a few squeaks… He came right over the little hill and started heading downwind; I waited until he got clear of the brush and wolfed him to stop. It was only a 60 yds shot, the 55 gr bullet found its mark and he went down right away. It was nice to finally get out and see something; taking him down was just a big bonus. Now back to deer hunting, enjoy the pics….
