I made my way through a cow pasture to a point that overlooks a CRP field and sat next to a big oak tree.
When it got light enough I could see across the field I gave a few howls and got a response from some coyotes far to the east and another group to the southeast.
I sat and waited about 10 minutes and then gave some more howls. I did this a few more times with no takers. I finally stood up about 25 minutes after my last series of howls and in less than a minute, I saw a coyote trotting along on a levy next to the field coming my way. I quickly sat down and got my gun on the shooting sticks and hoped/expected the coyote to come on down the bottom and get a close shot along the fence about 45 yards down in front of me. The coyote disappeared as it followed the levy so I made sure my scoped was backed down to 4.5X for a close shot. In about 40 seconds, the coyote was trotting out across the field heading for the creek. I gave the power ring on the scope a quick twist and got on the coyote. I gave a howl with my mouth and the coyote stopped broadside and looked my way. I put the cross hairs behind it's shoulder and squeezed the trigger.
The coyote dropped and kicked a hind leg twice and died.
A view from where the coyote was to the tree I was sitting by.
Entrance wound and a dime size exit wound taking out both lungs.
The coyote was a 27.5 lb. female and in good health. I was shooting my CZ 527 American in .204 with 39 grain Sierra Blitz Kings.
Of course, the story wouldn't be complete without the Hero Shot.
Now it's time to go bow hunting this afternoon.
