NW Illinois coyote
Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 7:56 pm
Well, I haven't been spending much time on the PM website as vet school has really picked up. I did get a chance to do some calling over my short Christmas break and got this male coyote.
I set up just north (to the right) of that timber you see in the background at about 6:30 am. I was kneeling on a low grassy hill and the wind was carrying my scent out into the open field that you can see in the photograph between my truck and the timber. It was that really dim lighting of twilight and I spent a few minutes studying (hey, it's what I do!) the various dark spots, bushes, tree limbs, field drain tubes, etc. that surrounded me. I opened with a couple of howls from my buddy's Mick Lacy howler....no response. I sat quietly for a couple of minutes and started some soft rabbit distress cries on my Weems call....nothing. After about five minutes I howled again...no response. I waited a few more minutes and then broke the silence with some LOUD and raspy screams from that Weems call. I was scanning toward the timber as well as that open field and that's when I saw a dark grey spot that was moooooving
This male came in at the walk without ever vocalizing. He stopped at about 100 yds and I slowly raised my rifle. Looking through the scope I realized my nerves are still what they always are when I call in a coyote.....jumpy! So I ever so slowly layed down in the prone position, never once taking my eye off the coyote. The coyote was looking around for the source of the rabbit and coyote sounds and was also looking back the way it came from, probably looking for its mate. Anyway, I dug my elbows into the snow, turned the Bushnell Elite 4200 up to 14X, slid off the safety on my Savage 12vlp (.204 Ruger), and sent a single shot downrange. The 40 gr ballistic tip entered behind one shoulder blade, exited out the opposite side through the neck, and the coyote dropped in his tracks-DRT.
I sent the same two pictures from this post to the owners with a short thank-you note. Hopefully I'll be able to hunt this timber for years to come!
Here's another picture of the same coyote.
Thanks for looking.
DarkNight
I set up just north (to the right) of that timber you see in the background at about 6:30 am. I was kneeling on a low grassy hill and the wind was carrying my scent out into the open field that you can see in the photograph between my truck and the timber. It was that really dim lighting of twilight and I spent a few minutes studying (hey, it's what I do!) the various dark spots, bushes, tree limbs, field drain tubes, etc. that surrounded me. I opened with a couple of howls from my buddy's Mick Lacy howler....no response. I sat quietly for a couple of minutes and started some soft rabbit distress cries on my Weems call....nothing. After about five minutes I howled again...no response. I waited a few more minutes and then broke the silence with some LOUD and raspy screams from that Weems call. I was scanning toward the timber as well as that open field and that's when I saw a dark grey spot that was moooooving
This male came in at the walk without ever vocalizing. He stopped at about 100 yds and I slowly raised my rifle. Looking through the scope I realized my nerves are still what they always are when I call in a coyote.....jumpy! So I ever so slowly layed down in the prone position, never once taking my eye off the coyote. The coyote was looking around for the source of the rabbit and coyote sounds and was also looking back the way it came from, probably looking for its mate. Anyway, I dug my elbows into the snow, turned the Bushnell Elite 4200 up to 14X, slid off the safety on my Savage 12vlp (.204 Ruger), and sent a single shot downrange. The 40 gr ballistic tip entered behind one shoulder blade, exited out the opposite side through the neck, and the coyote dropped in his tracks-DRT.
I sent the same two pictures from this post to the owners with a short thank-you note. Hopefully I'll be able to hunt this timber for years to come!
Here's another picture of the same coyote.
Thanks for looking.
DarkNight