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Cdog911
"There are some ideas so absurd only an intellectual could believe them."--George Orwell.
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posted October 17, 2010 01:44 PM
We went back out this morning and hit the meadow around the dead pile where we hooked up with the family group two weeks ago. As I stated I was going to do, we moved further into the meadow along the side opposite from the carcasses and set up looking northeast into the breeze rather than looking straight north as in the past. Stayed away from howls to avoid a repeat of what happened two weeks although we've seen a lot this past ten days to indicate that dispersal is well under way and opened with three short series of loud lip squeaks. When nothing appeared, I transitioned into a series of jackrabbit distress, short and sweet, and very shortly thereafter, observed what appeared to be a large coyote cutting across the meadow at the NE corner, consistent with what we saw two weeks ago.
Moments later, I discovered a coyote at 70 yards trying to backdoor us from my 4 o'clock to the right. There was only one angle a coyote could approach from which would give it my silhouette, and this one was there. My moving slightly to see him caused him to lock the brakes and stare me down for a minute or two, occasionally giving me a low guttural woof. I sat still as he was right on the horizon and I knew that if I moved, he would just turn and be gone. At the same time, we watched the edge of the creek hoping that the first one we saw was trekking along the trees toward us.
Woofer turned to his right - my left - and trotted out of sight just over the hill moving from right to left so I turned my rifle and sticks to get better aligned with where I thought he would appear, and he didn't. A couple seconds later, he popped up on the other side of a small drainage with some small cottonwood saplings in it running right to left toward the creek. I lined up ahead of him at m,y 11 o'clock at a gap in the trees and shot him at about 175 yards when he made the gap. He went down, jumped back up and disappeared into the trees.
Kevin immediately said, "there goes another one" and right in front of me, a third coyote that had, up that time, gone unnoticed, was quartering left to right up the hillside acorss the drainage. At just over 200 yards, he stopped to check up. All I could see was his body and no head through some tree branches, so I quickly turned rifle and sticks 90-degrees to my 2 o'clock, cycled the bolt, took aim and shot.
Boom.
Whop.
And, he just fell over dead.
Went and found where number one had run about 40 yards after the hit, collected number two and headed for the truck. The time between the two shots was, according to Kevin, less than four seconds at most. What a sweet way to open the season!
We'll take a bunch more out of there by February!
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Randy Roede
"It's Roede, like in Yotie
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posted October 18, 2010 07:05 AM
Lance, YOY ???
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Cdog911
"There are some ideas so absurd only an intellectual could believe them."--George Orwell.
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posted October 18, 2010 11:40 AM
Seemed a little big to be YOY to me, both around 28-30 pounds. Both had tails that seemed fully furred as opposed to those wimpy little brushes YOY carry. Both males, just a little tooth wear noted. My guess was last year's hatch.
[ October 18, 2010, 11:41 AM: Message edited by: Cdog911 ]
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Patterson
19.6 miles down the Yellow Brick Road from THE EMERALD CITY
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posted October 19, 2010 09:35 AM
Nice job Lance.
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Cdog911
"There are some ideas so absurd only an intellectual could believe them."--George Orwell.
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posted October 19, 2010 03:13 PM
Thanks, Made three stands this morning after getting out late. Only saw one coyote, and she slipped in carefully from behind a cedar tree alongside the creek, taking a Vmax into the chest at 125 yards. I was surprised when I picked her up how heavy she was. Despite the fact that all her teeth said she was a young'un', no damage and all the cusps on her central incisors, she still weighed in at a hefty 34 pounds. Threw her in the truck for a hero shot in case I got anymore but didn't. When I took her out this afternoon, I found something else strange. She'd pee'd all over everything laying back there and the urine was a fluorescent pinkish violet color. Still dripping when I threw her on the ground. Just about the exact same color as prickly pear poop. I've never seen that before and there are no nuclear plants nearby. But, there is a hog farm and their dead pile in the same section. Is there anything they'd give those hogs which might cause pink pee in a scavenging coyote? I would like to see at least 89 responses to this intriguing question. ![[Wink]](wink.gif) Anyone?
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