Yotarunner
CGN Regular
- Location
- Eastern Alberta
i usually post most of my coyote stories over on predator masters forum but i figured i would post one here for your guys enjoyment.
today was the first north wind we have had in a long time and as the season is nearing its end i was chomping at the bit to hit this spot before it was too late.
this particular location is quite interesting. its a vast open pasture with a large dugout in the middle facing a section of beautiful coyote habitat. what makes it special is that any coyotes wanting to access the feedlot dead pit have to pass this patch of open ground. with so much food available this nearby patch of bush is thick with coyotes. the deadpit is just out of the picture at the bottom and i sat on the dugout in the middle.
Screenshot_20200208-182543 by brad , on Flickr
being so close to work these coyotes have seen and heard it all. between calling and shooting off of the deadpit my efforts have forced them to only visit the pit at night. not wanting to educate the coyotes further this spot is only hunted once a year.
with the foxpro on the left side of the dugout and myself in the middle i began to call.
these dogs have heard all my handcalls so they were kept in reserve for once. lone male howls started it off and at the 6 min mark my eyes were just about to move to the remote to select a new sound when ears appeared at the bushline 140 yards to my front.
the male and female pair cautiously left the protection of the bush to search for the intruder they expected to see on the dugout.
slowly and carefully my hand reached for the remote and after setting vole squeaks at barely a whisper i began to bring the gun up.
the sound of vole squeaks broke the male free and he began to make his way over but it was obvious that the female was not a fan of the situation. the male walked closer and closer as the female sat and fidgeted at the bushline. at 30 yards the male finally realized that the little green box was not a vole after all and began to leave. I took this as a sign and dropped the female where she stood at 90 yards. the male hit the after burners and just made it to the bush as my second round whipped harmlessly over his head.
seeing as it had only been 7 minutes i put on frantic coyote pup and waited.
not 1 min later ears were once again seen at the bushline though this time they took a while to appear. the male had come back for his mate but knew not to come over the ridge into the open. for over 3 minutes he paced and barked up a storm telling the world that i was there and that he was NOT happy about it. not once was anything but a headshot presented. finally needing to try something i switched to a more agressive pup fight which brought him closer to take a look then it was lights out.
here is where the female dropped. if you zoom in you can see the male dead at the scrub brush just above the base of her tail.
IMG_20200208_130800 by brad , on Flickr
i meant to get the dugout in this picture but it blends in. its the patch of darker grass above the coyotes.
IMG_20200208_131422 by brad, on Flickr
on the way home i stopped at an old farmyard to shoot some pigeons and decided to take a more artsy photo on an old beat up farm truck.
IMG_20200208_145450 by brad, on Flickr
today was the first north wind we have had in a long time and as the season is nearing its end i was chomping at the bit to hit this spot before it was too late.
this particular location is quite interesting. its a vast open pasture with a large dugout in the middle facing a section of beautiful coyote habitat. what makes it special is that any coyotes wanting to access the feedlot dead pit have to pass this patch of open ground. with so much food available this nearby patch of bush is thick with coyotes. the deadpit is just out of the picture at the bottom and i sat on the dugout in the middle.
Screenshot_20200208-182543 by brad , on Flickrbeing so close to work these coyotes have seen and heard it all. between calling and shooting off of the deadpit my efforts have forced them to only visit the pit at night. not wanting to educate the coyotes further this spot is only hunted once a year.
with the foxpro on the left side of the dugout and myself in the middle i began to call.
these dogs have heard all my handcalls so they were kept in reserve for once. lone male howls started it off and at the 6 min mark my eyes were just about to move to the remote to select a new sound when ears appeared at the bushline 140 yards to my front.
the male and female pair cautiously left the protection of the bush to search for the intruder they expected to see on the dugout.
slowly and carefully my hand reached for the remote and after setting vole squeaks at barely a whisper i began to bring the gun up.
the sound of vole squeaks broke the male free and he began to make his way over but it was obvious that the female was not a fan of the situation. the male walked closer and closer as the female sat and fidgeted at the bushline. at 30 yards the male finally realized that the little green box was not a vole after all and began to leave. I took this as a sign and dropped the female where she stood at 90 yards. the male hit the after burners and just made it to the bush as my second round whipped harmlessly over his head.
seeing as it had only been 7 minutes i put on frantic coyote pup and waited.
not 1 min later ears were once again seen at the bushline though this time they took a while to appear. the male had come back for his mate but knew not to come over the ridge into the open. for over 3 minutes he paced and barked up a storm telling the world that i was there and that he was NOT happy about it. not once was anything but a headshot presented. finally needing to try something i switched to a more agressive pup fight which brought him closer to take a look then it was lights out.
here is where the female dropped. if you zoom in you can see the male dead at the scrub brush just above the base of her tail.
IMG_20200208_130800 by brad , on Flickri meant to get the dugout in this picture but it blends in. its the patch of darker grass above the coyotes.
IMG_20200208_131422 by brad, on Flickron the way home i stopped at an old farmyard to shoot some pigeons and decided to take a more artsy photo on an old beat up farm truck.
IMG_20200208_145450 by brad, on Flickr
