I eased out the door and went around the shed the opposite way to get into the shadow of the shed to get a shot. The coyote was already back on the carcass pile but either heard me crunching in the snow or saw my moving shadow against the shed and started to walk out into the darkness. It was 13 degrees out and what little snow we had crunched pretty loud. I tried scanning the area and could barely make out the coyote standing about a hundred yards from the pile. I waited thinking it would try to sneak back and in about a minute it headed back to the pile.
It started chewing on a frozen carcass facing me so I waited for it to turn broadside but it wasn’t happening. The coyote’s head was in the way for a chest shot so I put the cross hairs on its head and squeezed the trigger. The coyote dropped and didn’t even wiggle. I drove down the path I had made to the backstop through the chisel plowed field so I could see with the head lights of the truck.
I hit the coyote just below the eye with a 39 gr. Sierra BK and no exit on about a 180 yard shot. Its skull was kinda’ mushy and one eye was bugged out a little. It was a healthy male with a very thick coat of fur and probably weighed about 33-35 lbs. Here is the way I found it.
Here is a view back toward the house.
