Slooshark1
CGN frequent flyer
Last Friday, I was travelling to the French River with my oldest son, Everett. We were going to be spending the weekend at my Dad's camp, just a boys weekend. I stopped to visit my friend Steve Holborn and pick up my .35 Whelen and my IZH94 12 guage-30-06 combination gun. After leaving there, I decided to bring my son to our old farm where I had grown up behind Verner. We drove down to the back of what used to be our property and spotted a couple Sand Hill Cranes about 400 yards across a field. We watched through the binoculars as they flew away. We drove out to the centre of the road which bisected the two fields. I started to back my truck around when I looked in front of us and spotted a coyote standing about 25 yards in front of us in the middle of the field. We were about 200 yards from the trees. I guess he had been walking in the ditch in front of us. He just stood there and looked at us for a few minutes and then put his head down and started sniffing through the grass, like we weren't even there. I started looking around the truck and realized that I didn't have a single round of ammunition. We watched him for about 10 minutes just nosing around through the grass in front of us. He just stayed there as we drove away.
All the times I've gone hunting for coyotes and never managed to call one in and here this guy just stands in front of me. At least my 6 year old son got to see his first real coyote. I guess that coyote had never heard of "Grampa Mike" because when we used to live there about 15 years ago, my dad whacked every one he saw with his .22-250.
All the times I've gone hunting for coyotes and never managed to call one in and here this guy just stands in front of me. At least my 6 year old son got to see his first real coyote. I guess that coyote had never heard of "Grampa Mike" because when we used to live there about 15 years ago, my dad whacked every one he saw with his .22-250.
