I was having a pretty stern conversation with myself about not allowing for the wind when one of the coyotes that had gone to the north came back. The buckeye tree had a fork in it near the ground so I lay down on my belly and used the fork for a rest. I was on the coyote as it walked on past where the cow was and headed the same way the other one had run to the south. I howled real loud with my voice and the coyote stopped broadside and looked my way. This time I held the crosshairs into the wind and on top of its back. I pulled the trigger and the coyote dropped on the spot. I kept watching through the scope and it didn’t move. I ranged the coyote seven times and got readings between 321 and 323 yards so I’m calling it a 322 yard shot.
Here’s a picture of the tree where I shot from and to where the coyote was.

Zoomed in for a closer look. The coyote is the light colored spot just to the right of the black dot.

The coyote was a male and was the nicest furred coyote I have shot this year. I didn’t have my scales with me but I think it would have weighed in the upper 30's.

I had a hard time finding the entrance or the exit wound so I started pushing on the coyote’s rib cage repeatedly and finally found some blood on the entrance side. The 39 Sierra B.K. didn’t exit.
