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Topic: Dug Up a Few Huntin Stories Danny Wrote
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Frank
CAN START A FIRE WITH A BUCK KNIFE AND A ROCK
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posted February 08, 2013 09:49 PM
Thought you guys might enjoy them....
Things that happen when you’re out predator calling and hunting.
By Danny Batastini
Predator calling presents opportunities and events that happen in the field that can best be described as unbelievable, incredible and just plain hilarious. This story is to relate some of the experiences of predator and varmint callers that have been gleaned from a liftime of hunting. All the stories are true and represent the colective events of a lifetime of hunting.
In 1980 we were outside of Tonapah Nevada on a damn hot day I might add in an area without a blade of grass or even a rock to be seen. Driving down the HWY we noticed Ol’ wile was sitting in the shade of a telephone pole. We continued down the road for a while so as not to alert him to what we were up to. We then turned around and went back the way we came until we were about an 1/4 mile from the yoter. We could see the coyote but when we started to set up our stand he caught on to what we were up to. He took off running across what looked liked the flattest part of the Sahara desert you ever saw. What the hell, my friend said and took a shot at him. He missed, of course. The yote started to zig zag about every 100 Yds presenting a series of challenging shots to say the lest. He loosed another shot and missed again. This happened three or four times and each time the coyote was further out than before. Finally he was out so far that I couldn’t see him anymore. My friend still saw him and said that he would take one more shot then give up. He took the shot and then started to act like a crazy man jumping up and down and yelling something I couldn’t make out. “I got him!” I finally heard him say. “Bull S***” was my response, nobody could have made that shot on a running coyote at that distance. “Ok!” he said, get in the truck and zero the odometer. Off we went in the direction of the coyote. We clocked off 4 ½ tenths of a mile to that coyote. I couldn’t believe it! He really did get him! How high did you hold on him, I said. “Ohhh, about eight or ten feet over him and fifteen feet in front of him”. That dog ran right into the bullet. Hit him right in the boiler room too. If I had not seen it myself, I would not believe it! That, to this day, is the longest and luckiest shot I have ever witnessed. This is a true story. I wouldn’t have attempted it myself.
Hunbting in Nevada in 1979 a coyote was called in around Montgommery Pass on HWY 6. I noticed that something was in his mouth but wasn’t quite sure what it was. It turned out to be a perfectly good, fresh roast beef with the string still around it! Where the hell does a coyote get a perfectly good roast beef in the middle of the desert? After that stand was completed we continued towards California on HWY 6 before we realized that there was a casino and eatery about five miles up the road. It could have been the only place where he got it from. Probably stole it from the loading dock. Coyotes deserve their name of trickster.
In 1980 we were outside of Tonapah Nevada on a damn hot day I might add in an area without a blade of grass or even a rock to be seen. Driving down the HWY we noticed Ol whyle was sitting in the shade of a telephone pole. We continued down the road for a while so as not to alert him to what we were up to. We then turned around and went back the way we came until we were about an 1/8th mile from the yoter. We could see the coyote but when we started to set up our stand he caught on to what we were up to. He took off running accross what looked liked the flatest part of the sahara desert you ever saw. What the hell, my friend said and took a shot at him. He missed, of course. The yote started to zig zag about every 100 Yds presenting a sieries of real challenging shots to say the lest. He loosed another shot and missed again. This happened three or four times and each time the coyote was further out than before. Finally he was out so far that I could’nt see him. My friend still saw him and said that he would take one more shot then give up. He took the shot and then started to act like a crazy man jumping up and down yelling something I could’nt make out. “I got him!” I finally heard him say. Bull was my response nobody could have made that shot on a running coyote at that distance. “Ok!” he said get in the truck and zero the odometer. Off we went in the direction of the coyote. We clocked off 4 ½ tenths of a mile to that coyote. I could’nt belive it! He really did get him! How high did you hold on him, I said. Oh about eight or ten feet over him and fifteen feet in front of him. That dog ran right into the bullet. Hit him right in the boiler room too. This is a true story. If I had not seen it myself, I would not belive it! That, to this day, is the longest and luckiest shot I have ever witnessed. Its a true story, so help me God.
Another time we had made a stand somewhere in central Nevada during 1977’s. We had a fairly new guy with us so we put him on the gun as we did the calling. About five minutes into the stand the first of twelve coyotes appeared. One by one, they came down a game trail from out of a small canyon. The new guy with us was so flustered that he missed nearly every shot. We were behind him laughing and reloading his gun for him while he continued to miss. We reloaded his gun for him three times. After the dust settled he had gotten only two of the yoters. We were laughing so hard that the guy actually became discouraged about the whole thing.
I took my brother and his then to be wife and her sister out one time for a demonstation of varmint calling. I placed each of them behind a bush so we were all about 15 feet from each other. I wanted to make sure that each of them got get a good view of the action. I did’nt have a gun with me as I was just demonstrating how varmint calling was done. I started calling and the girls started giggling, they really thought it was funny! I told them to be quite but every time I started calling the girls would start giggling. I had’nt even finished my first sieris of call when I looked over the bush only to see a coyote at full gallop only ten feet in front of me. I then noticed another one behind the first. Two more were off to the side of that one and then a cople more were slightly behind and to the side of those two. There were coyotes running everywhere. Between the bushes between me, the girls, my brother back and forth and all around. Funniest part of the whole thing is that the girls stopped giggling and I started laughing.
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"Truth is no prostitute, that throws herself away upon those who do not desire her; she is rather so coy a beauty that he who sacrifices everything to her cannot even then be sure of her favor".
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Frank
CAN START A FIRE WITH A BUCK KNIFE AND A ROCK
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posted February 08, 2013 09:54 PM
Here's one that'll make you think. We were hunting an area where the land gradually sloped upwards to the east. There was a gray, overcast with the clouds hanging real close to the ground (may 100 or 200 feet up). It seemed like it was going to rain at any time. Anyway, we had good luck on a few stands. On our last stand we had been calling for about 5 minutes when a coyote came into the call. My hunting partner was on the gun and he took a shot at the coyote and missed. Withing 5 or ten seconds of the shot going off we got drenched with rain and then just as suddenly as the rain had started, it stopped. We were on flat ground with low scrub and could still see the coyote, so he took another shot at it. Sure enough, the rain started coming down again and then stopped within, say, ten seconds. It then dawned on me that the gunfire must be knocking the rain loose from the clouds. I borrowed my friends gun, pointed it skyward and let one go. Sure enough, it started to rain AGAIN! We could make it rain at will by just letting go of a round. I got to thinking about the whole thing later and remembered that the indians used to have rain dances. They would dance around, bang on drums, yell and do all kinds of things to try to make it rain. A lot of superstitions or belifes had some basis in reality at some time and I wonder if indian rain dances started when some indian centries ago realized that he could get rain out of the clouds by yelling real loud or banging on a drum or whatever. Of course the weather conditions had to be just right with the clouds thick with rain just waiting to happen. Just another interesting story that makes food for thought!
Edit: When I wrote this years ago allot of people didn't believe me. Gimme a stack of Bibles and I'll swear to the truth of it! I was hunting with Jimbo's son John and another guy named of Steve Zinc. We were near the town of Amboy, California when it happened. So help me God, it's a true story!!!!
[ February 08, 2013, 09:57 PM: Message edited by: Frank ]
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"Truth is no prostitute, that throws herself away upon those who do not desire her; she is rather so coy a beauty that he who sacrifices everything to her cannot even then be sure of her favor".
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Leonard
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posted February 09, 2013 11:09 AM
Every story, I have personally been the same places. We all hunted the same places, I am quite familiar with all those locations, although Danny and I never hunted together, always as a competitor checking in and checking out. It was actually a rather small group but eventually we crossed paths, said our howdy's and moved on down the road. Plenty of room in Nevada for everybody, still amazing that we did run into each other in the course of a weekend.
Good hunting, from El Paso
El Bee
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UTcaller
NEVADA NIGHT FIGHTER
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posted February 09, 2013 12:42 PM
"Plenty of room in Nevada for everybody"
LB, I'm going to remember that next time you give me a hard time for killing Coyotes on your side of Nevada. lol ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
Good Hunting Chad
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Leonard
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posted February 09, 2013 12:49 PM
I MEAN IT! STAY OUT! YOU GOT HALF THE STATE, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT, MY HALF TOO?
Good hunting. Lima Brav 0 ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
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