Coyote Hunting Range Report!
So there I was...
An early morning chinook wind was starting to pick up, and the sunrise streamed out below the dark arch of the cloud cover. I'd spent the half hour before legal light quietly walking across a stubble field to get into position for first light, then climbing two thirds of the way up the big ridge overlooking a fence line transecting a large bowl - quintessential foothills-ranchland-calling-country! I'd been here for the first time yesterday morning, enlisted by my wife as a favor to my daughter's grade 1 teacher who's family has ranched this particular piece of land for the past four generations. She was complaining to my wife about how brazen the coyotes were getting out at the ranch, and my wife happily volunteered "the husband!"....god I love my wife!
I'd squaked up a half a dozen yesterday, and managed to shoot 2 out of the six. I would have had a third, however I was hunting with my Ruger M77 in .308 winchester. Why my .308 winchester? The only .223 guns I have right now are my Bushmaster ACRs, and I figured it might be a bit much for the grade 1 teacher if I showed up with my black rifle. So my .308 it was. Then the animal presentation for the third coyote had him skylined along the top of a ridge above me at the grand-old-gimme range of about 35 yards. I doubt my .308 would have even slowed down...so he got the free pass and I spent the rest of the day cursing my choice of rifle for the morning.
Fast forward to this morning...the urge to get more coyotes was much stronger than my urge to stay politically correct, so out came the ACR!!
I made one stand with the intent to call, however the couple coyotes that responded came from directly downwind and had me made at 400 yards or so. *Sigh* So I picked up and moved 500 meters upwind along the ridge and set myself up in the snowdrifts along the edge of a small pocket of poplars. Rather than call, I waited. The sunrise came and went, and the wind began to pick up as the light started to transition from that brilliant sunrise-under-the-clouds to that greyish light of a strong chinook day.
Then I saw them. Three of them broke from a clump of bush directly west and about a kilometer upwind from me and began to mouse along the east-west fenceline that would bring them within 150 yards of my stand. They disappeared and reappeared several times as they slid through the swells of the landscape. I double-checked the range to various spots along the fenceline, then settled in behind the rifle and got to work at trying to calm my mounting excitement. I figured the highest probability shot was a small knoll that measured exactly 200 yards from my position I mentally reviewed my trajectory as I'm zeroed at 250. Yup...I should hold about an inch or two low. The sun was directly at my back, and as the safety came off I wondered if I might be able to score a double...
Through the riflescope I could see all three...a big male, what I figured was his mate, and a younger coyote. The big male crested the small knolland I took up the first stage of my Geiselle Super ACR trigger. A quick squeek on my predator call stopped him and I dropped the hammer. CRACK! The 55gr barnes varmint grenade caught him with pretty much perfect shot placement, and he crumpled on the spot. WOOHOO!
I broke position on the rifle to look over the scope at what the other two were doing, which was the hard run back to where they came from. I gave a couple of yelps on the call, but alas they did not stop so my overreaching ambition for a double went empty.
But then the sun broke through the scattering clouds, and I went to take a photo of the big boy to show the landowner. I quickly forgot about my disappointment at the double, as I realized this was my first kill with the ACR! The big male was beautiful. He had a full winter coat, and his face was all scarred up from whatever fighting he's been doing as mating season gets into full swing. He'll make a prime hide for sure!
Notes: I have not yet sussed out a sling for my rifle, and wandering all around without one is a bit of a pain. Must add a sling to the setup! In the carry around all morning department the low power leupold variable is great. It's not too heavy, and the 8 power high end of it's magnification range is ample for coyotes anywhere within my point blank maximum trajectory when zeroed at 250 yards. I have not had a chance to test out the low end yet, but I have a plan for a couple of weekends from now where that might just be the ticket! The Super ACR trigger is beautiful. If there was only one mod I could do for the rifle, this would win hands down. The enhanced handguard is a bit of a pain to carry around, and it's super cold when you have the gloves off! I can hardly wait for the factory polymer handguard to arrive next week.
In the magazine world, I had brought both an MSAR 5/30 polymer magazine as well as a couple of LAR 10 rounders. The MSAR makes the rifle much more comfortable to carry around - both from the big-handle-department as well as the thermal insulating properties of the polymer it's made of. Again...think about carrying it by the mag with no gloves on! Also, I used the MSAR 5/30 mag as a monopod, and it was about the perfect height to get over the stubble I was laying down in.
So there's the story of my first fur fetching adventure with my non-restricted ACR. When I was walking back to the car, I ran into the landowner who was getting ready to go for a horse ride. It kinda made me laugh when she asked; "That's a fairly unusual looking hunting rifle....what can you tell me about it?"
Thanks for reading!
Cheers,
Brobee