Had to cross the river where I fell last weekend:
This mornin' the mud was froze solid and not slippin'. Made my first stand in the large field to the south, taking cover among some big round hay bails:
Saw nothing.
Went around the hill where the owner had cleaned out the bottom for growing hay. (Had to touch up the pic above as the Google Earth photo didn't reflect this.) Took cover behind two bails that were in the edge of the woods. Placed the Fury with my Foxxy Fox decoy holding the Whirling Woodpecker :
(Sorry for the bad pic')
in the field about a hundred yards out and started with Mad Rabbit. The crows quickly came in swooping down to about 20 feet above the decoy. I threw in some Lucky Bird and Fox-Woodpecker combo. I spotted the coyote 300+ yards out to the North. I scoped him to see his ears finding the Fury. It headed my way then east out of sight. I was hoping it was gettin' on the road bed for the trip to me. I kept an eye on the road bed where it makes the bend. I switched back to Mad Rabbit thinkin' that's what got him headed my way to begin with. In just a few seconds he came around the bend into my view. I saw him lock on the movement of the Whirling Woodpecker without stopping at 200yds out. I switched to Chirping Coaxer to close the deal. I was now watching him through my scope that I had checked at the range sence the "crash test" as he came closer. I told him in a whisper "If you stop to look, you're dead." He stopped at 175yds, I fired the .204 40gr Nosler, and down he went.
A 40lb male. The bullet hit exactly where I aimed, just in front of the shoulder quartering toward me. While skinnin' him I found fragments under the skin having exited the rib cage on the far side (at the remote above), a perfect path through the boiler room.
GAJoe