I reached the first farm right at legal light. It was pretty foggy, so I took my time getting set up. The 250-yard walk in wasn’t too bad since some of the snow had started to melt off.
I set the caller about 20 yards out to my left and started with a dying distress sound, playing it on and off for roughly seven minutes. Out of the fog, a coyote emerges. As he worked his way in slowly, I lowered the volume. When he hit about the 60yd mark, I stopped him by yelling out a loud wolf sound and he locked up. I took the shot and he dropped on the spot. I stayed on the stand another 10 minutes calling, but nothing else showed, so I packed up and headed to the next farm across the road.
I gave the second farm about 20 minutes on the call with no action, so I moved on to a third property about five minutes away. It was about a 400-yard walk to my sitting spot but it looked like the fog got thicker as it was hard to see at any distance clearly. Anyway I started again with a dying rabbit sound, on and off for about five minutes, when two coyotes materialized out of the fog together.
They started angling like they wanted to get downwind. I yelled out a wolf sound at them and the back one stopped. I squeezed the trigger just as it stepped forward and ended up hitting it too far back. It stumbled and wobbled and I thought it was going down for sure. I swung to the second coyote, got all excited and hastily sent two shots at him but missed both. My excitement got the better of me as my mind was already counting these chickens before they hatched
When I tried to get back on the wounded one, I just couldn’t pick it up clearly enough in the scope through the fog. I watched it stagger and disappear into the fog.
I was convinced I’d recover it but after tracking, all I found was some blood.
By the way it was moving, so slow and wobbling its most likely dead, tough way to end an otherwise a good morning.
I set the caller about 20 yards out to my left and started with a dying distress sound, playing it on and off for roughly seven minutes. Out of the fog, a coyote emerges. As he worked his way in slowly, I lowered the volume. When he hit about the 60yd mark, I stopped him by yelling out a loud wolf sound and he locked up. I took the shot and he dropped on the spot. I stayed on the stand another 10 minutes calling, but nothing else showed, so I packed up and headed to the next farm across the road.
I gave the second farm about 20 minutes on the call with no action, so I moved on to a third property about five minutes away. It was about a 400-yard walk to my sitting spot but it looked like the fog got thicker as it was hard to see at any distance clearly. Anyway I started again with a dying rabbit sound, on and off for about five minutes, when two coyotes materialized out of the fog together.
They started angling like they wanted to get downwind. I yelled out a wolf sound at them and the back one stopped. I squeezed the trigger just as it stepped forward and ended up hitting it too far back. It stumbled and wobbled and I thought it was going down for sure. I swung to the second coyote, got all excited and hastily sent two shots at him but missed both. My excitement got the better of me as my mind was already counting these chickens before they hatched
When I tried to get back on the wounded one, I just couldn’t pick it up clearly enough in the scope through the fog. I watched it stagger and disappear into the fog.
I was convinced I’d recover it but after tracking, all I found was some blood.
By the way it was moving, so slow and wobbling its most likely dead, tough way to end an otherwise a good morning.
