The field in front of me was a corn field that had been worked up and just as it started getting light enough out across the field, I could barely see something moving from left to right. I looked through the scope and could see it was a coyote. I gave three lip squeaks, each one louder to get over the sound of the wind. The coyote stopped broadside and looked my way. I had just enough light to see the cross hairs and pulled the trigger. All I could see through the scope this time was an orange ball of fire but heard the distinct whack of the bullet. The coyote was a male and weighed 37 lbs. shot a 66 yards. I was shooting the 39 SBK, hit the coyote in the shoulder with no exit.
You can see the coyote just over the tip of the barrel in the sun spot.
