Coyote/Archery stories

[bluemike807]

The recent threads about close/long shorts have had more than a few archery stories in them - and more than a few involving close shaves with coyotes.

Its been asked before but Im wondering - has anyone had any interesting experiences bow-hunting coyotes, even if it was by accident (ie. in a stand and the songdog parked itself 10 feet away).

Where I live is heavily wooded, so any time I've spotted them its been within thirty feet; my confidence zone for kills with my compound bow. Has anyone had positive experiences in similar situations?

Also - for those who have archery killed coyote; whats the pelt damage like?

Cheers

Mike

 

[BrotherRockeye]

25 yrs ago I spent more time prowling the bush than anything else.I was stalking deer with my bow in the bush on the home 1/4.
I always listen more than move when I'm still hunting and heard an animal moving sound coming from behind and to the left.
I knew every game trail on the place and knew from where the sound was at where the trail came out.
I backtracked a bit and got positioned a little over 30yds from where the trail came out,still in good shape for the wind.I was expecting a deer but saw ear tips instead.
I came to full draw and waited.Wasn't long before a nice silver yote showed up and turned right at me.The trail it was on came down hill over a ridge so it was arse high when it stopped.It was staring at the odd looking bush in front of it when the 30 inch 2317 topped with a Bear Razor took it square in the chest.The arrow came out the back of it's tuck and through a back leg before burying itself in the ridge.
It expired quickly and the holes only took 4 small stitches each to close without notice.
I was planning on having a full body mount done but my inlaws unplugged my taxidermy freezer(unknown to me) to plug in their RV when they came to visit.They neglected to plug it back in when they pulled out and all my ready to be mounted prizes ended up as a thick black soup.
I still haven't forgiven them...

 

[Pyd]

Before deer season started I bought my Bear Alaskan recurve in to the woods for small game, wasn't sure what I was hunting, but I was determined to do it with a recurve. I am not experenced what so ever with recurve hunting, so my kill is 99% luck, 1% being in the right spot at the right time.
Seen lots of tracks, squirrel, coyote.. I stood against a tree and held my bow up, arrow nocked to see if I would fit there if I was going to hunt, corner of my eye a coyote emerged and walked my footprints, I drew and zapped him at 7 yards. I was proud, still am, but I also know it was a fluke.
I'll take it though.
A couple walked by my crossbow at 20-30 yards, they too got stung, but I was in a more serious hunting mood then. I see that coyote everytime I look at my old Alaskan bow.

 

[dog slayer]

The alphalpha feild i usually hunt deer in was particularily sparse this year. To add to my deer hunting problems , the farmer decided to graize cattle on the field. Everytime i walked to my stand i was followed and then starred at by round 100 cows. Never saw many shootable deer. walking back to my truck one night, i decided to check an old slew 100 yards from the tree line that deer used as a staging area. got there and spooked two yotes off two dead cows! SCORE! next day. grabed some old camp netting. took it to the slew. hung the netting in some caragana or buck brush 20 yrds down wind of the bait pile. greased 4 dogs in two evenings like this. That particular chunk of land holds lots of coyotes. ive taken others with my mathews dxt on different outings. my favorite way to hunt my favorite prey. helps keep the dog numbers in check. ive noticed a slight increase in grouse and rabbits in the area.

 

[H4831]

A lot of years ago I belonged to a very active bow and arrow group. We made our own arrows, starting with yellow cedar from the building supply store and ending with first class broadheads.
We usually used turkey feathers, but I once found a dead raven in the bush. It was a rainy day and I marvelled at how dry and stiff the feathers were on the raven. I took the two that were ideal for arrow making and incorporated into an extra special broadhead. I wrote on the arrow, "Old Moose Poison."
Probably for a dozen times hunting in the bush I had that arrow knocked, only to return it, unused. Then, while in good game country, a coyote came cross ways ahead of me, then stopped, 50 yards in front of me. It was in tall grass , as high as the body of the coyote. I had my famous arrow on the Bear, semi recurve. I gave him some Kentucky elevation and let fly. I could see the flight of the arrow as it arcked toward the coyote, perfect for left-right position, until about a dozen feet from the coyote it went out of sight in the grass. I couldn't have place it more perfect and the startled coyote took off.
This story should have had a different ending, but the sad truth was I never saw the coyote again, didn't find any blood, and could not find any trace of old moose poison.