A Great day!
Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 8:01 pm
This morning I would normally be sitting out somewhere around first light set up for calling coyotes. Not the case this morning. My son Lucas, called yesterday morning and said that he and his wife Brandi were headed for the hospital, she was going into labor so my wife and I went to the hospital to wait for the arrival of our first grandchild. At 7:10 am this morning Brandi gave birth to a beautiful 7 lb. 15 oz. baby girl. My wife and I stayed at the hospital till late morning and then headed home after being up all night.
I got home, ate some lunch and decided no point wasting a good afternoon sleeping, so I got my clothes on and went coyote hunting. I went to this pasture that overlooks a big creek bottom where the coyotes like to travel. I couldn't find a tree where I could sit against to see what I wanted too and to break up my outline so I piled up some limbs that had been left in the pasture from a dead tree for a backround.
I had the sun to my back and had about 2 1/2 hours before dark so I just sat and watched the bottom. About an hour later I had just looked to my left and then back to my right to see a coyote running up the bottom about 175 yards out.
It was running along a drainage ditch and before I could get on it, it got behind the edge of the hill I was on and couldn't see it. I got up, squatted and ran for a tree to my left before the coyote appeared down below. I wasn't quick enough. The coyote saw me and started running out across the field. I plopped the shooting sticks down, got on the coyote and started barking with my mouth. It stopped at 216 yards and turned broad side to look back. I shot and it spun about three times and called it quits, DRT. You can see the tree in the left side of the picture.
I sat for a little while longer and decided I better go check out the coyote before it got too dark. The coyote blended in with the field and I wanted to use what light was left to find it easier. I made my way down to the fence, crawled under it and headed for the coyote. I didn't realize the drainage ditch was about eight feet wide with 15 to 24 inches of water in it. I walked along it for aways and finally found a shallower spot to cross but still got water in my knee high boots. I made it out to the coyote and checked it out. It was a 29 lb. female and the 39 Sierra B.K. did make an exit wound about the size of a dime, but not before destroying both lungs.
Here's a view from the coyote to the tree I was beside when I shot it.
Now was this a GREAT day or what??
How could it have been any better?
Grandpa, signing out!
I got home, ate some lunch and decided no point wasting a good afternoon sleeping, so I got my clothes on and went coyote hunting. I went to this pasture that overlooks a big creek bottom where the coyotes like to travel. I couldn't find a tree where I could sit against to see what I wanted too and to break up my outline so I piled up some limbs that had been left in the pasture from a dead tree for a backround.
I had the sun to my back and had about 2 1/2 hours before dark so I just sat and watched the bottom. About an hour later I had just looked to my left and then back to my right to see a coyote running up the bottom about 175 yards out.
It was running along a drainage ditch and before I could get on it, it got behind the edge of the hill I was on and couldn't see it. I got up, squatted and ran for a tree to my left before the coyote appeared down below. I wasn't quick enough. The coyote saw me and started running out across the field. I plopped the shooting sticks down, got on the coyote and started barking with my mouth. It stopped at 216 yards and turned broad side to look back. I shot and it spun about three times and called it quits, DRT. You can see the tree in the left side of the picture.
I sat for a little while longer and decided I better go check out the coyote before it got too dark. The coyote blended in with the field and I wanted to use what light was left to find it easier. I made my way down to the fence, crawled under it and headed for the coyote. I didn't realize the drainage ditch was about eight feet wide with 15 to 24 inches of water in it. I walked along it for aways and finally found a shallower spot to cross but still got water in my knee high boots. I made it out to the coyote and checked it out. It was a 29 lb. female and the 39 Sierra B.K. did make an exit wound about the size of a dime, but not before destroying both lungs.
Here's a view from the coyote to the tree I was beside when I shot it.
Now was this a GREAT day or what??
How could it have been any better?
Grandpa, signing out!
That is one kick azz day, congrats.