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Topic: Pffffffffffffft.WHOP!!!!!
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Cdog911
"There are some ideas so absurd only an intellectual could believe them."--George Orwell.
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posted July 15, 2004 07:31 PM
Well, Tonight I got lucky. Two weeks ago, a buddy of mine called me with a problem. A guy he leases his hunting place from called because he knew Sean calls coyotes. He has a couple coyotes coming in to his yard every other night and giving his dogs the "what for". Sean, never having called coyotes outside of the dead of winter, called me and asked for my help. Heck yeah!!! Always happy to do a favor for a friend who wants to do a favor for a friend.
We went out and did some pup squealing and waited until after dark to see if we could see or hear anything and found nothing. This was nearly two weeks ago. Unlike me, Sean has a life and has been too busy to go back, and I didn't want to go out there without him, knowing he wants to learn how to work a summer coyote. Finally, yesterday the wind was in our favor, temps were only about 92, but Sean couldn't go and won't be available until after this weekend, but asked me to go by myself.
Last night, I set up behind one guy's yard looking away from the complainant's place toward a large uncut corn circle. Howled, yelped, squealed, and anything else I coulod think of with no response. Must have been an off night. I went back tonight, with no intentions of actively calling. (Don't want to burn the place out with too much intrusion.) Instead, I opted to sit and wait to see if something would show up or they would sound off so I could figure out just where they're hanging out at.
About 8:40, while I watched a hay crew load one-ton square bales on a semi trailer at about 600 yards downrangeand to the east, she came loping out of the corn about a hundred yards from me. Just my luck, she stopped precariously close to right in line with the semi, so I waited for a better sight window. Watching her through my scope, she sat facing me and began scratching with her hind foot beneath her throat. She looked right at me as she scratched, but never saw me sitting in the cedar trees.
After about thrity seconds, she stood, turned and looked at the hay workers, then started off to the SE. Once she cleared the downrange hazards, and after I had ensured the state highway further downrange was clear, I gave her a brief but rapid series of lipsqueaks, prompting her to stop and turn slightly my way
Pfffffffffffffffft-WHOP! What a satisfying sound. No echo. No yelps. Two flops and one kick of a hindleg, and she was down. One year old female - never nursed. Just chose the wrong place to stake her claim. 145 yard paced shot across level ground on wheat stubble. .22-250 Rem shooting 55grn BTHP's. Entrance wound 3 inches behind the right shoulder and about a third of the way up her side. Exit wound straight thru, about an inch wide hole. When the sun comes up tomorrow, I'll be back, this time to call, and looking for her daddy.
Now, does that little bedtime story make everyone feel a little less anxious about bein' cooped up in and away from the heat?
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I am only one. But still, I am one. I cannot do everything, but still, I can do something; and, because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.
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Bryan J
Cap and Trade Weenie
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posted July 16, 2004 04:03 AM
Man I love that sound! Thanks for sharing, good luck on the return trip.
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Cdog911
"There are some ideas so absurd only an intellectual could believe them."--George Orwell.
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posted July 16, 2004 06:01 AM
Bryan,
Dragged myself out of bed at Oh My God!!!-thirty this morning (I hate calling during daylight savings time) and found myself in the same spot as good shooting light came. About three this morning, a gust front came thru preceding a squall line and even though the storm had passed, winds were still gusting in excess of 20-25 from the NW, but I figured I'd just go sit and try and get a pattern on him.
I got into place and just about the time I lost the last semblance of feeling in both my legs, I see a distant dot in the wheat stubble just above yon creek bank. A peek with the binos reveals a big ol' grey dog coyote quartering to my left toward the corn circle. Best estimate - 500 yards. I offer him a lone howl as an attention getter, he stops, then proceeds on his way. I managed to stop him a couple more times and at the closest, he was probably just inside the 400 yard mark, but I'm not worth spit shooting that far on a calm day, let alone with a 20 mph crosswind. So... patience.
I waited an additional hour in my hidey hole in hopes that he would have intersected the closest point on the corn circle's edge, then followed it around to where he would magically appear just 40 yards in front of me at my closest point. No dice.
At the end of my hour, a train passed by to the north and the pack lit up as they responded to the whistle and they sounded to be well to the north of the centerpoint of the corn. I reconned several vantage points for tomorrow morning and, God willing and cooler temps, I'll sneak back out and take my ghillie so I can either set up along the corn, or move out onto the wheat stubble and nestle in amongst the green weeds that are starting to crop up.
The big question is whether the one I killed last night was Uday or Kussay? ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
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I am only one. But still, I am one. I cannot do everything, but still, I can do something; and, because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.
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DOD
Knows what it's all about
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posted July 16, 2004 12:37 PM
Cdog911,
Sounds like your getting them narrowed down. Love the stories, keep them coming and keep us informed. Pictures too, we need pictures. ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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Cdog911
"There are some ideas so absurd only an intellectual could believe them."--George Orwell.
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posted July 16, 2004 01:34 PM
DOD, I'll try to get some, at least to show ou what flat ground is really like. Pancakes have more slope to 'em. A perfect place for a ghillie suit where I can either lay down in the stubble or just sit out there crosslegged like a bush. Both have worked equally and amazingly well for me in the past. ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
I had to laugh last night. After I shot Uday, I went out and dragged it back to the truck with me to dispose of it elsewhere because I'm literally sitting a hundred yards or less from this one guy's kitchen window. He's got three semi trailers parked in the back yard against some cedar trees and they're what I'm using for approach cover.
Anyway, he happpened to show up as I was getting to the truck so I had to show him he was getting his "money's" worth. he was very happy. Anyway, he's got this 8 month old chocolate lab that goes running out into the stubble and starts raising hell as she runs round in circles right where that coyote dropped. We watch her as she roots around and finally lines out the track coming back toward the house. She starts to follow it when I think she realizes that this coyote is headed into her domain. She stops, looks around, then runs like a bat outta hell straight for the house and the barn. Owner said he'd never seen her run that fast before. Had her tail 'tween her legs the whole way. He said he didn't know if she'd tussled with the coyotes yet or not. I told him I had an idea that she had and didn't look forward to doing it again. She started out awfully bold, but lost interest in the fight when she realized he might have called her bluff.
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I am only one. But still, I am one. I cannot do everything, but still, I can do something; and, because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.
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