Blew it on a wolf - Season 9
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That blonde one definitely looks hybridized and sorry but I don’t agree with M72 that it’s coy/wolf crossed. Looks wolf/mutt crossed. You guys hunting around the Brunswick House Reserve? 
Looks like lots of the strays running around there. Good job getting them though!!
Looks like lots of the strays running around there. Good job getting them though!!That blonde one definitely looks hybridized and sorry but I don’t agree with M72 that it’s coy/wolf crossed. Looks wolf/mutt crossed. You guys hunting around the Brunswick House Reserve?
That's funny,Brunswick House rez.Yup lots of mutts running around,always on the highway.
150km away.That blonde one definitely looks hybridized and sorry but I don’t agree with M72 that it’s coy/wolf crossed. Looks wolf/mutt crossed. You guys hunting around the Brunswick House Reserve?
Wish I had a camera
Last week or so has been quiet as we have had up and down weather and now they are skidding logs across the hydro line right behind my bait which is limiting our ability to hunt there.
The township passed a bylaw amendment to allow a specified group of us to hunt at two locations within the firearms discharge prohibited area. One of the locations is the golf course along the Magpie river bottom. Yesterday after it warmed up from the -37C morning, my wife and I went down and unlocked the gate and broke a trail on snowshoes. It was quite an effort as we were breaking through a heavy crust from a rainfall earlier this week (talk about crazy weather). She golfs so she navigated around the course to where I wanted to set up near the large bluff that separates the course from our neighborhood. We found fresh coyote and lynx tracks, mainly in the wooded strips dividers between the fairways as the snow is not very deep there.
One of the conditions we have is that we can only hunt from 1/2 hour before sunrise to 9:30 AM. No response from my hunting partners last night to whether or not they wanted to go out this AM. Alarm went off but I wasn't too motivated to get out of bed. Finally got up and dressed and arrived at the gate by 8:30. I knew I had a short period to hunt so I hoofed it over to the first fairway and dropped the FoxPro fusion in the middle and went over to the far side wooded divider.
As I had seen three fresh coyote tracks on my snowshoe in, including a fresh track on our trail from yesterday, I decided to start with a few coyote interrogation howl sequences. No response. I decided to play rabbit distress calls and because I only had about 45 minutes to hunt, I set the caller to "repeat" which is something I never do. I thought I better maximize the calling for the short time I had.
So I had a jackrabbit distress call going for about a minute when I see movement in the trees on the far side of the fairway. Along comes an adult lynx heading towards the caller. It stopped on the edge of the trees and stared out in the fairway looking for whatever was making all the noise. Then it went back into the trees and circled down from the caller and came back out to the treeline looking back to the caller. After about 10 minutes it walked out of the trees onto the fairway and walked up to within 2 feet of the caller sitting on the snow. The caller was still playing jackrabbit distress and the lynx sniffed the caller and then sat down looking at it. I muted the caller and decided to have some fun and played an aggressive couger call. Never even fazed the lynx, sat there with a "whatever" look on it. I was no more than 40 yards away but in my rush to get out of the house had forgotten to grab my cellphone.
So the lynx sauntered away down the fairway and then circled back and headed back to where it had come from. I had watched it for close to 30 minutes. I only had a couple of minutes left so I played a played a coyote pack howl. At 9:28 a pack of coyotes starts howling from the far side of the golf course.
So I packed up my stuff and snowshoed over and picked up the caller. I had to laugh as a couple of years ago I had a lynx attack my sit and spin decoy and I thought if I had put it out today the same thing would have happened. When I got to the gate I unlocked the gate. I stepped through and was locking it when I looked to my left . There standing on the ice on the river 20 yards away is a beautifully furred coyote standing there looking at me. I couldn't do anything about it as it was after the authorized time and area so I watched it walk away.
So after telling my partners about what happened today it looks like I will have some extra guns going out tomorrow.
Last week or so has been quiet as we have had up and down weather and now they are skidding logs across the hydro line right behind my bait which is limiting our ability to hunt there.
The township passed a bylaw amendment to allow a specified group of us to hunt at two locations within the firearms discharge prohibited area. One of the locations is the golf course along the Magpie river bottom. Yesterday after it warmed up from the -37C morning, my wife and I went down and unlocked the gate and broke a trail on snowshoes. It was quite an effort as we were breaking through a heavy crust from a rainfall earlier this week (talk about crazy weather). She golfs so she navigated around the course to where I wanted to set up near the large bluff that separates the course from our neighborhood. We found fresh coyote and lynx tracks, mainly in the wooded strips dividers between the fairways as the snow is not very deep there.
One of the conditions we have is that we can only hunt from 1/2 hour before sunrise to 9:30 AM. No response from my hunting partners last night to whether or not they wanted to go out this AM. Alarm went off but I wasn't too motivated to get out of bed. Finally got up and dressed and arrived at the gate by 8:30. I knew I had a short period to hunt so I hoofed it over to the first fairway and dropped the FoxPro fusion in the middle and went over to the far side wooded divider.
As I had seen three fresh coyote tracks on my snowshoe in, including a fresh track on our trail from yesterday, I decided to start with a few coyote interrogation howl sequences. No response. I decided to play rabbit distress calls and because I only had about 45 minutes to hunt, I set the caller to "repeat" which is something I never do. I thought I better maximize the calling for the short time I had.
So I had a jackrabbit distress call going for about a minute when I see movement in the trees on the far side of the fairway. Along comes an adult lynx heading towards the caller. It stopped on the edge of the trees and stared out in the fairway looking for whatever was making all the noise. Then it went back into the trees and circled down from the caller and came back out to the treeline looking back to the caller. After about 10 minutes it walked out of the trees onto the fairway and walked up to within 2 feet of the caller sitting on the snow. The caller was still playing jackrabbit distress and the lynx sniffed the caller and then sat down looking at it. I muted the caller and decided to have some fun and played an aggressive couger call. Never even fazed the lynx, sat there with a "whatever" look on it. I was no more than 40 yards away but in my rush to get out of the house had forgotten to grab my cellphone.
So the lynx sauntered away down the fairway and then circled back and headed back to where it had come from. I had watched it for close to 30 minutes. I only had a couple of minutes left so I played a played a coyote pack howl. At 9:28 a pack of coyotes starts howling from the far side of the golf course.
So I packed up my stuff and snowshoed over and picked up the caller. I had to laugh as a couple of years ago I had a lynx attack my sit and spin decoy and I thought if I had put it out today the same thing would have happened. When I got to the gate I unlocked the gate. I stepped through and was locking it when I looked to my left . There standing on the ice on the river 20 yards away is a beautifully furred coyote standing there looking at me. I couldn't do anything about it as it was after the authorized time and area so I watched it walk away.
So after telling my partners about what happened today it looks like I will have some extra guns going out tomorrow.
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Well my apologies for the delay in the update.
I had the pleasure of joining Chas last week for a couple days of wolf hunting. First time for me and it turned out to be quite the experience!
Day 1-Wednesday January 17th.
I live about two hours from Chas, so by the time i packed up and got my ass in gear, and took care of a few work things that morning, I met up with Chas around 1pm that day. 35 km sustained winds with close to 60 km gusts kept Chas in that morning, but we resolved to get out that afternoon until dark. Luckily, despite the winds, it was relatively mild (-10). Still, the presence of such strong winds was likely to hinder our calling efforts. Nevertheless, we headed out to the gun club after a lunch of spicy homemade pulled pork and sighed in my rifle. The deep snow on the range kept me from walking down to check my target too often, but it seemed to be shooting about 1.5" high at 100 yards so that works for me. On the way back to the house to quickly grab a couple more things for the hunt, we noticed one of Chas' good wolf hunting buddies parked at Tim Hortons, so we stopped in to see if we was interested in coming with us that afternoon. Still having his gear in the truck from the morning (and a playful jab at Chas for being soft and not having gone with him), he agreed.
Apparently a moose had been hit not far from town and dragged to the nearest plowed out spot by the highway folks. As soon as we pulled the trucks up, we could see a half-eaten moose carcass with tons of fresh tracks all around it. It had been dumped right at the start of a bush road to a gravel pit, so we walked in about 75 yards and set up in the tree line, giving us a commanding view of the pit, the road in, and the road that continued into an impromptu sled trail ( and a nice break from the wind too). Chas set up the furry electric flailing gizmo and the wireless speaker, and came over to join me at my position. After a solid 90 minutes, we decided to pull the plug. We decided that it would be smart to drag the moose carcass closer to our positions (it was currently just around the bend from us) using a snowmobile the following day.
That evening i attended a local gun club meeting with Chas, including some other folks here on CGN ( my72jeep for one). A good productive 3 hour meeting at Timmies, including banter about the ones that got away on the EE.
Day 2-Thursday January 18th.
This morning started with a hearty breakfast of hot oatmeal and coffee. We met up again with Chas' buddy from the day before, and headed out to the power line spot that has yielded some great results in the past. After arriving at our ice cold metal chairs overlooking the bait (I know now to buy one of those seat pad things), Chas fired up the calls and the electronic flailing furry thingy and the ravens came in before we knew it. Chas was set up on the left side of the power line, and myself and the other fellow were on the right, each sitting infront of a wooden power line pole. Now, I’m sure it didn't help that the two guys were well prepared in their white over coats and snow camo, and there I was in a dark green faux-Canada goose down jacket, and black snow pants. Didn't exactly blend in at this particular set. Anyways, after a while, I noticed the other guy slowly turn around. I wasn't sure why, but as I turned to investigate, I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. Thinking that a wolf was right behind us, my heart skipped a beat! No not a wolf it turned out, but another critter, curious about the various rabbit in distress and vole calls. A beautiful, juvenile lynx was not 10-15 feet from where we sat, slowly walking by as we sat motionless in amazement. It eventually came to a stop, probably 10 feet from the other fellow, and then hunched down quickly, almost seeming as though it was prepared to pounce on him. The fur collar on his coat may have enticed it? Nevertheless, he slowly brought up his arm to cover his face incase. The lynx, not phased at all, began to slowly walk past us, but then just as quickly, turned towards us again and began approaching. It stopped again, watched us for another minute or two, and then turned around and sauntered back into the bush. The both of us looked toward eachother again in disbelief in what just happened.
About 20 minutes later, probably 9:30 ish, the local early-rising forestry workers fired up their machines, so Chas gave us the ‘shut er down’ signal. Chas was shocked to see the lynx tracks 8-10 feet behind where he was sitting, and had no idea it was even there. These animals are so quiet in the snow, myself and the other fellow never would have known either, without the coincidence of him turning around to check another wolf bait to the south of us at the exact perfect time. Still so pleasantly surprised in what we had just witnessed, we began heading down to check the bait and retrieve the game cam card. Just as we turned to head back the way we came, we see the curious little lynx come back out, this time directly to where we were sitting. As we approached again, I prepared myself by getting out my phone and switching on the camera, something I had not done earlier, worried I’d spook it. Not deterred by our advances, the lynx remained at the chairs until we were back to within 15 feet of it. It must have smelled something, as it was furiously digging in the snow right where we had been sitting. Likely a very hungry juvenile. I snapped a few pictures, and away it went yet again.
From there, we headed back to yesterday’s set, at the moose carcass. Only this time, the carcass was gone! Lots of fresh tracks again, but no carcass. Oh well, we decided to sit again and hope that some of the canines were planning to come back to check on the carcass that had been there until likely earlier that morning. The wind today was much tamer than the day before. Another hour or so of giving it out best, but nothing came out. A fresh set of large tracks was noted about 100 yards away, but that’s about it. We decided to call it a morning and go for a coffee.
After that, we decided to take a brief break to get some stuff from Canadian Tire and get some lunch. That afternoon, we decided to head out to the beaver flood to sit in the blind until dark. Again, lots of tracks here so our hopes were up. Wind still not too bad and lots of bait left to bring them in. We get set up, kick back and dig into a box of Timbits while telling stories and playing some prey calls. We stayed until just before sunset and decided to pull the plug. Looked as though it was starting to snow and I had a 2 hr drive ahead of me. Once back at the trucks, it was obvious that it was infact freezing rain so Chas generously offered to have me stay over again. A nice dinner of Chinese food with Chas and his wife, and an evening of socializing was a nice way to end off the hunt.
While none of us bagged a wolf or coyote, it was certainly a hunt I’ll never forget. You never know what you’ll see when you are out doing this, and that makes predator hunts so much fun. The company was pretty darn good too. A very enjoyable first wolf hunt!
* I have some pictures to upload. Photobucket kicked the bucket apparently, so once I get set up with a different host I’ll get those up.
I had the pleasure of joining Chas last week for a couple days of wolf hunting. First time for me and it turned out to be quite the experience!
Day 1-Wednesday January 17th.
I live about two hours from Chas, so by the time i packed up and got my ass in gear, and took care of a few work things that morning, I met up with Chas around 1pm that day. 35 km sustained winds with close to 60 km gusts kept Chas in that morning, but we resolved to get out that afternoon until dark. Luckily, despite the winds, it was relatively mild (-10). Still, the presence of such strong winds was likely to hinder our calling efforts. Nevertheless, we headed out to the gun club after a lunch of spicy homemade pulled pork and sighed in my rifle. The deep snow on the range kept me from walking down to check my target too often, but it seemed to be shooting about 1.5" high at 100 yards so that works for me. On the way back to the house to quickly grab a couple more things for the hunt, we noticed one of Chas' good wolf hunting buddies parked at Tim Hortons, so we stopped in to see if we was interested in coming with us that afternoon. Still having his gear in the truck from the morning (and a playful jab at Chas for being soft and not having gone with him), he agreed.
Apparently a moose had been hit not far from town and dragged to the nearest plowed out spot by the highway folks. As soon as we pulled the trucks up, we could see a half-eaten moose carcass with tons of fresh tracks all around it. It had been dumped right at the start of a bush road to a gravel pit, so we walked in about 75 yards and set up in the tree line, giving us a commanding view of the pit, the road in, and the road that continued into an impromptu sled trail ( and a nice break from the wind too). Chas set up the furry electric flailing gizmo and the wireless speaker, and came over to join me at my position. After a solid 90 minutes, we decided to pull the plug. We decided that it would be smart to drag the moose carcass closer to our positions (it was currently just around the bend from us) using a snowmobile the following day.
That evening i attended a local gun club meeting with Chas, including some other folks here on CGN ( my72jeep for one). A good productive 3 hour meeting at Timmies, including banter about the ones that got away on the EE.
Day 2-Thursday January 18th.
This morning started with a hearty breakfast of hot oatmeal and coffee. We met up again with Chas' buddy from the day before, and headed out to the power line spot that has yielded some great results in the past. After arriving at our ice cold metal chairs overlooking the bait (I know now to buy one of those seat pad things), Chas fired up the calls and the electronic flailing furry thingy and the ravens came in before we knew it. Chas was set up on the left side of the power line, and myself and the other fellow were on the right, each sitting infront of a wooden power line pole. Now, I’m sure it didn't help that the two guys were well prepared in their white over coats and snow camo, and there I was in a dark green faux-Canada goose down jacket, and black snow pants. Didn't exactly blend in at this particular set. Anyways, after a while, I noticed the other guy slowly turn around. I wasn't sure why, but as I turned to investigate, I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. Thinking that a wolf was right behind us, my heart skipped a beat! No not a wolf it turned out, but another critter, curious about the various rabbit in distress and vole calls. A beautiful, juvenile lynx was not 10-15 feet from where we sat, slowly walking by as we sat motionless in amazement. It eventually came to a stop, probably 10 feet from the other fellow, and then hunched down quickly, almost seeming as though it was prepared to pounce on him. The fur collar on his coat may have enticed it? Nevertheless, he slowly brought up his arm to cover his face incase. The lynx, not phased at all, began to slowly walk past us, but then just as quickly, turned towards us again and began approaching. It stopped again, watched us for another minute or two, and then turned around and sauntered back into the bush. The both of us looked toward eachother again in disbelief in what just happened.
About 20 minutes later, probably 9:30 ish, the local early-rising forestry workers fired up their machines, so Chas gave us the ‘shut er down’ signal. Chas was shocked to see the lynx tracks 8-10 feet behind where he was sitting, and had no idea it was even there. These animals are so quiet in the snow, myself and the other fellow never would have known either, without the coincidence of him turning around to check another wolf bait to the south of us at the exact perfect time. Still so pleasantly surprised in what we had just witnessed, we began heading down to check the bait and retrieve the game cam card. Just as we turned to head back the way we came, we see the curious little lynx come back out, this time directly to where we were sitting. As we approached again, I prepared myself by getting out my phone and switching on the camera, something I had not done earlier, worried I’d spook it. Not deterred by our advances, the lynx remained at the chairs until we were back to within 15 feet of it. It must have smelled something, as it was furiously digging in the snow right where we had been sitting. Likely a very hungry juvenile. I snapped a few pictures, and away it went yet again.
From there, we headed back to yesterday’s set, at the moose carcass. Only this time, the carcass was gone! Lots of fresh tracks again, but no carcass. Oh well, we decided to sit again and hope that some of the canines were planning to come back to check on the carcass that had been there until likely earlier that morning. The wind today was much tamer than the day before. Another hour or so of giving it out best, but nothing came out. A fresh set of large tracks was noted about 100 yards away, but that’s about it. We decided to call it a morning and go for a coffee.
After that, we decided to take a brief break to get some stuff from Canadian Tire and get some lunch. That afternoon, we decided to head out to the beaver flood to sit in the blind until dark. Again, lots of tracks here so our hopes were up. Wind still not too bad and lots of bait left to bring them in. We get set up, kick back and dig into a box of Timbits while telling stories and playing some prey calls. We stayed until just before sunset and decided to pull the plug. Looked as though it was starting to snow and I had a 2 hr drive ahead of me. Once back at the trucks, it was obvious that it was infact freezing rain so Chas generously offered to have me stay over again. A nice dinner of Chinese food with Chas and his wife, and an evening of socializing was a nice way to end off the hunt.
While none of us bagged a wolf or coyote, it was certainly a hunt I’ll never forget. You never know what you’ll see when you are out doing this, and that makes predator hunts so much fun. The company was pretty darn good too. A very enjoyable first wolf hunt!
* I have some pictures to upload. Photobucket kicked the bucket apparently, so once I get set up with a different host I’ll get those up.
This one showed up at the trail camera at the beaver flood - cropped the picture so you dont have to look at the bait pile. Bio friend of mine tells me they are moving lots now as it is their breeding season.
Went out to the beaver flood this afternoon with Gunner410's wife - she wants to get into predator hunting and he gave her a Remington .223 for Christmas. They sighted it in before new years and she has come out with me a couple of times. Gunner410 was bringing firewood into the house this afternoon and couldnt go.
Saw fresh fox tracks and in the 8000 pictures on my trail camera that I pulled last week, no wolves but fox pictures. So I started with a couple of raven calls, and then red fox and grey fox in distress calls. After about 20 minutes she pointed out of the blind and said there was a fox - beautifully furred and about 200 yards away. It was walking parallel to the blind so I played the vole squeak call. Boy did that get his attention.
He stopped, looked right at the caller and started running towards it (just like you see on TV but has never happened to me before). There is a small creek which has always got bad ice on it and I told her dont shoot it on the other side of the creek. The fox is running full out towards the FoxPro, runs onto and up the creek and stops 40 yards from the blind. As it got close I muted the caller and that caused the fox to stop and look towards the caller. She couldnt get a shot there and the fox turned, walked back up the creek and crossed back to where we saw it originally. No calls on the Foxpro would make him come back, though he did stop and look back when I played vole squeak.
We watched him hunt in the snow at the edge of the treeline and pounce on something. After digging it out of the snow, he walked away with whatever it was in his mouth. I opened the door to the blind and lip squeaked and he stopped, turned, and walked back towards where we first saw him. He was ~175 yards away when she shot and bang flop - died right there. A hell of a shot for a first time hunter who has only ever fired sighting in rounds with the rife.
Now one thing about Gunner410's wife - she is petrified of ice and wont walk on it. So guess who had to cross the rotten ice creek and retrieve the fox! As it rained yesterday and then went to -15C last night, there was a pretty good crust although you could see brown slush on the creek in spots. I picked a drift over the creek and it held this fat boy up. Snowshoed over and picked up the fox - not sure if its the same one in the attached trail camera pictures but you get the idea.
Anyways, extremely happy for her - first shot at an animal and she collected some nice fur. I havent got her pictures yet but will post them when I get them.
And her husband is still a virgin after 8 or so years of predator hunting and hasnt shot anything yet!
Saw fresh fox tracks and in the 8000 pictures on my trail camera that I pulled last week, no wolves but fox pictures. So I started with a couple of raven calls, and then red fox and grey fox in distress calls. After about 20 minutes she pointed out of the blind and said there was a fox - beautifully furred and about 200 yards away. It was walking parallel to the blind so I played the vole squeak call. Boy did that get his attention.
He stopped, looked right at the caller and started running towards it (just like you see on TV but has never happened to me before). There is a small creek which has always got bad ice on it and I told her dont shoot it on the other side of the creek. The fox is running full out towards the FoxPro, runs onto and up the creek and stops 40 yards from the blind. As it got close I muted the caller and that caused the fox to stop and look towards the caller. She couldnt get a shot there and the fox turned, walked back up the creek and crossed back to where we saw it originally. No calls on the Foxpro would make him come back, though he did stop and look back when I played vole squeak.
We watched him hunt in the snow at the edge of the treeline and pounce on something. After digging it out of the snow, he walked away with whatever it was in his mouth. I opened the door to the blind and lip squeaked and he stopped, turned, and walked back towards where we first saw him. He was ~175 yards away when she shot and bang flop - died right there. A hell of a shot for a first time hunter who has only ever fired sighting in rounds with the rife.
Now one thing about Gunner410's wife - she is petrified of ice and wont walk on it. So guess who had to cross the rotten ice creek and retrieve the fox! As it rained yesterday and then went to -15C last night, there was a pretty good crust although you could see brown slush on the creek in spots. I picked a drift over the creek and it held this fat boy up. Snowshoed over and picked up the fox - not sure if its the same one in the attached trail camera pictures but you get the idea.
Anyways, extremely happy for her - first shot at an animal and she collected some nice fur. I havent got her pictures yet but will post them when I get them.
And her husband is still a virgin after 8 or so years of predator hunting and hasnt shot anything yet!
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- Location
- West Quebec
No wolves up there for a couple of weeks now.
Foxes fighting over beaver carcasses:
Friends again:
Fishers like beaver as well:
And bald eagles:
Great pics by the way thanks for sharing
Were shooting tonight at the range for our winter handgun league. Gunner410 told me that his wife had put one of the pictures of her with her fox (that I took on her cell phone) and posted it proudly on Facebook. Yep - you guessed it - lots of flames... I suggested she post back "I look forward to having my tanned trophy which I legally and ethically harvested proudly displayed in my home". One of the many reasons I don't have a Facebook account ...
60 Second Hunt!
Drove to the end of the street at 7:30 Am to where the township pushes the snow over a bluff and where we have permission to hunt until 9:30 AM. Partners didnt make it so I walked in and set the caller up on the edge of the cliff and walked back to the edge of the trees. Got set up and as its breeding season I started with a female howl. But I bumped the handset on the stock of the rifle which caused it to launch automatically into a pup in distress call. I had to mute it and then shut the handset off and reboot it.
Ok - second try, hit female bark / howl and within 30 seconds a coyote is streaking across the plowed area on my right side heading for the caller. Lift the rifle up and scope cap covers are still on. As I reach to flip them up the coyote whirls and starts back across the plowed area heading for the far tree line. Runs up on the bank and stops about 75 yards away, and I fired 1 round with my .40 S&W caliber JR Carbine. Coyote flips over the bank. I walk over and there she has slid down the bank about 30 yards and is lying there on her back - dead.
Pretty sure its a juvenile, but very well fed. Was fun trying to pull her up the hill in deep snow. Glad she didnt go over the big bluff!
First thing I have shot with the carbine - we were formerly restricted to shotguns only but were unable to harvest any coyotes last year as the ones we saw were out of effective range. So when I went before town council last November I asked for permission to use rimfire (ie 22 Mag) or straight walled pistol cartridge rifles, which they approved. Hit her with 180 grain hollow point bullet.
Another cup of coffee and then out to skin her.
Drove to the end of the street at 7:30 Am to where the township pushes the snow over a bluff and where we have permission to hunt until 9:30 AM. Partners didnt make it so I walked in and set the caller up on the edge of the cliff and walked back to the edge of the trees. Got set up and as its breeding season I started with a female howl. But I bumped the handset on the stock of the rifle which caused it to launch automatically into a pup in distress call. I had to mute it and then shut the handset off and reboot it.
Ok - second try, hit female bark / howl and within 30 seconds a coyote is streaking across the plowed area on my right side heading for the caller. Lift the rifle up and scope cap covers are still on. As I reach to flip them up the coyote whirls and starts back across the plowed area heading for the far tree line. Runs up on the bank and stops about 75 yards away, and I fired 1 round with my .40 S&W caliber JR Carbine. Coyote flips over the bank. I walk over and there she has slid down the bank about 30 yards and is lying there on her back - dead.
Pretty sure its a juvenile, but very well fed. Was fun trying to pull her up the hill in deep snow. Glad she didnt go over the big bluff!
First thing I have shot with the carbine - we were formerly restricted to shotguns only but were unable to harvest any coyotes last year as the ones we saw were out of effective range. So when I went before town council last November I asked for permission to use rimfire (ie 22 Mag) or straight walled pistol cartridge rifles, which they approved. Hit her with 180 grain hollow point bullet.
Another cup of coffee and then out to skin her.
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