This morning I went back out to the creek bottom where Lucas made his long shot last weekend to see if anything might be visiting the dead cow. I got out there just at the first hint of light and sat in the same spot we sat last weekend. I had been there about 15-20 minutes when two coyotes came down the middle of the field from the north ( I was facing west) at a fast walk. They were about 200 yards out in the field and I tried lip squeaking to get them to stop for a shot. They heard me but everytime they stopped, there were tree limbs in the way. They were headed to the southwest for a small patch of trees across from me so I waited till the first one was almost there when it stopped and turned to look back at the other one.
I took the shot through a small opening and the coyote dropped on the spot without even as much as a tail wave. The other one high tailed it back to the north and I couldn't get it to slow down with any howls. The shot was 293 yards and I was shooting my CZ 527 American in .204.
Here's a picture from where I was sitting to the dead coyote.
Zoomed in for a closer look.
Here's looking back from the coyote to where I was sitting.
Here's the exit side of the coyote. The 39 gr. Sierra BK made a complete pass through on both lungs and I found small pieces of lung tissue splattered on the snow beyond the coyote. The exit wound wasn't as big as it looks in this picture. I had taken a stick and parted the hair to check the damage.
Here's a closeup of the exit. A dime would cover the hole the bullet made.
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