Headed out around 8am and on my 2nd stand I set up in the shade of the trees bordering a small overgrown field. My FoxPro Fx3 was placed to the left of me 75 yards and to my front (10 o'clock), hanging in a small tree along a fenceline bordering two fields. I got sat down and rifle ready in my Steady Stix, turned on my Fx3 to SnowShoe distress. Wasnt a whole lot of volume, as it was barely loud enough to hear from my position. 20 seconds later I spot a running coyote on the far side of the field 200 yards away running hard from my right to left. It hits the corner of the field and turns and heads for the FoxPro running damn near full tilt. I mute the caller and 60 yards from where it was hanging in the tree, the coyote hit the brakes and tried to locate where the sound was coming from. He turned and looked back over his shoulder for a peek at 145 yards when my crosshairs settled on his chest, quartering towards, and I squeezed the trigger on my 223 Rem.
Three of four eggbeater spins and he was down for good. The whole ordeal from when I turned on my FoxPro to when the muzzle blasts echo died in the distance, was 45 seconds or less.
Three of four eggbeater spins and he was down for good. The whole ordeal from when I turned on my FoxPro to when the muzzle blasts echo died in the distance, was 45 seconds or less.
