LateNightFlight
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A black powder rig isn't what I'd chose to take out for coyotes, but when you're black powder deer hunting and haven't seen jack squat, a random coyote is okay.
I spotted this coyote in a pasture off to the left of my stand, but my stand is back in the woods a bit. I cranked up the power on my scope as this coyote trotted along perhaps 150 yards away, which is about the limit of my confidence with my black powder set-up... particularly for a smallish coyote. At that point, the range didn't really matter though, because as I scoped the coyote there was no way I could weave a slug through all the limbs.
I'm not in the habit of taking any calls with me to a deer stand, so I first tried to lip squeak. The wind was in my face though, so I'm certain he just couldn't hear me. I tried again, but this time I cupped my hand and squeaked between my thumb and index finger as loud as I could. Nope, he still couldn't hear me as far as I could tell. But, he must have heard something or my squeaks were slow to register, because moments later he looked down towards the draw in front of me and came on the trot. Just inside of 100 yards he paused and began to back track; he was facing straight away but now I had a clear shot. There were still plenty of limbs, but nothing in the way.
I hit him in the right ham and stretched him length wise. Surprisingly, there was no exit. The 50 cal slug went through to the chest. Bang - flop, a half flip on the ground, and it was over. I skinned him and the funny thing is the pelt is as perfect as you'd ever hope for. The entry is on the cut line at the top of the back leg, and there is no exit! (Ha... perfect!)
And that's the story of my first ever black powder coyote!
I spotted this coyote in a pasture off to the left of my stand, but my stand is back in the woods a bit. I cranked up the power on my scope as this coyote trotted along perhaps 150 yards away, which is about the limit of my confidence with my black powder set-up... particularly for a smallish coyote. At that point, the range didn't really matter though, because as I scoped the coyote there was no way I could weave a slug through all the limbs.
I'm not in the habit of taking any calls with me to a deer stand, so I first tried to lip squeak. The wind was in my face though, so I'm certain he just couldn't hear me. I tried again, but this time I cupped my hand and squeaked between my thumb and index finger as loud as I could. Nope, he still couldn't hear me as far as I could tell. But, he must have heard something or my squeaks were slow to register, because moments later he looked down towards the draw in front of me and came on the trot. Just inside of 100 yards he paused and began to back track; he was facing straight away but now I had a clear shot. There were still plenty of limbs, but nothing in the way.
I hit him in the right ham and stretched him length wise. Surprisingly, there was no exit. The 50 cal slug went through to the chest. Bang - flop, a half flip on the ground, and it was over. I skinned him and the funny thing is the pelt is as perfect as you'd ever hope for. The entry is on the cut line at the top of the back leg, and there is no exit! (Ha... perfect!)
And that's the story of my first ever black powder coyote!