I had just finished changing the oil in my car and backed it out of the shop when Ethan came home from running some errands. I asked him if he would mind getting the mail from the box for his mother and I went back into the shed. I stepped back out and Ethan had my CZ 527 varmint in his hands and said there was a coyote at the 200 yard backstop eating on what was left of some deer bones and hides. Ethan stepped up behind the bale we use for archery, which is also the 25 yard mark for my range. The coyote was facing him with it's head down so he put the cross hairs on it's neck and squeezed the trigger. I was trying to sneak up behind him and before I got to him I heard the shot and the "thunk" of bullet impact.
A view from the bale to the 200 yard backstop. The first one is the 100 yard backstop.
The coyote was a mangy one. I doubt it would have made it through winter. It had a bullet entrance in the neck going into the spine. The coyote dropped dead without a wiggle.
Here's a view from the coyote back to the house.
This coyote had to feel miserable. Here are a few pictures.
And the hero picture.
Gary