catnthehatt said:My most memorable was my first coyote hunt,
My father had a olt dying rabbit call, and I figured I try it out.
The first time I tried it I went to a meadow that was perfect. It had a small grove of trees in the middle and I could hide in there and see aloomst 360 degrees.
I was there for quite a while and nothing happed, zip.
I was about to leave when a deer came busting out of thee bush at the far end ( about 100 yards)
Not far behind, two stray dogs were on him and gaining.
Dad always told me to bust a dawg running deer, so I put the crosshairs of the .222 on the first one when he crossed the middle of the meadow and dropped him.
The second spun around and took off the way he came and didn't make the edge of the meadow.
After I brought up the snowmobile to pick up the carcasses and head home I realized what I had just done.
Two dogs, at about 100 yards at full throttle, one shot each!
I haven't made a double on runners since, with only once shot per.
Cat
Your story brought to mind something that happend to my in my youth.
When I was 5 I had a birthday party and got a brand new hockey stck from my uncle and aunt. I was watching tv while my family were all at the dinner table finishing off their meal.
I heard a dog barking outside and looked through the front window to see what all the commotion was about. Seconds later a deer came crashing through the bushes accross the road with a white huskey or samoy in persuit. They ran into our front yard and into the back yard.
By now, the men had seen what was going on and got up from the table. My father grabbed my new hockey stick and headed out the front door just in time to see the deer running around the yard towards the front of the house and the dog in persuit.
The deer just went by and my dad lined up the dog and hit it in the chest with a baseball swing that would have made Babe Ruth proud. The dog went down like a sack of #### and my new hockey stick was broken in 2. lol. Didn't kill the dog but it wasn't eager to pursue the deer after that.
The deer got away but not without geting bit in the hind quarters numerous times. There was blood in the snow and on the dog.
We knew the dog and called the owner soon afterwards to tell him of what had just transpired.
This took place well over 30 yrs. ago and I'll remeber it til the day I die. It was shocking then (as a kid) but it's funny now to think of how the whole thing went down.
My dad bought me a new stick to replace the one that broke. lol.
Sorry, for being off topic here but I had to post.
