I've got a coyote callin partner for a week. Grandson Kaelin has a week off of school for Thanksgiving and has come to stay. He has never gone calling before and we went out for a few quick stands this morning close to the house.
On our second try of the morning, we parked the Jeep and walked about a half mile up the road, to where it felt right. We sat down back to back, with Kaelin holding the old 218 Bee, and me with the 12 ga. loaded with buckshot. He faced the "most likely" direction, and I called. (Daryl, if you're reading, I used the ancient old Weam's All Call that I started with about 35 years ago.)
I gave my first series of squeals, and I'll be damned if my phone didn't ring. Yeah, RRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!! I answered it and whispered a quick call ya back, and started squealing again. I stopped calling and we had waited no more than three minutes, when I felt Kaelin put his rifle up and whisper, "Oh yeah! Here we go!!!" I glanced over my shoulder and there was a nice coyote stopped staring at us about 30 yards away. I was starting to wonder if Kaelin was going to shoot, or talk about it for awhile when BAMM... the coyote dropped like a rock.
And like WOW!!!! I've called and killed a lot of coyotes, but this was probably the ----second best one yet. The Gods of the Hunt blessed us with good luck, good skill, good marksmanship, and a clean kill. The coyote was a real beauty, and the 40 gr. V-Max blew up and never exited. Gonna make a real nice pelt.
We fiddled around and had a good time, "aren't we great afternoon" and pretty much wasted the rest of our hunting time, but we have several more days and a lot of great spots to try. Later, jd
On our second try of the morning, we parked the Jeep and walked about a half mile up the road, to where it felt right. We sat down back to back, with Kaelin holding the old 218 Bee, and me with the 12 ga. loaded with buckshot. He faced the "most likely" direction, and I called. (Daryl, if you're reading, I used the ancient old Weam's All Call that I started with about 35 years ago.)
I gave my first series of squeals, and I'll be damned if my phone didn't ring. Yeah, RRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!! I answered it and whispered a quick call ya back, and started squealing again. I stopped calling and we had waited no more than three minutes, when I felt Kaelin put his rifle up and whisper, "Oh yeah! Here we go!!!" I glanced over my shoulder and there was a nice coyote stopped staring at us about 30 yards away. I was starting to wonder if Kaelin was going to shoot, or talk about it for awhile when BAMM... the coyote dropped like a rock.
And like WOW!!!! I've called and killed a lot of coyotes, but this was probably the ----second best one yet. The Gods of the Hunt blessed us with good luck, good skill, good marksmanship, and a clean kill. The coyote was a real beauty, and the 40 gr. V-Max blew up and never exited. Gonna make a real nice pelt.
We fiddled around and had a good time, "aren't we great afternoon" and pretty much wasted the rest of our hunting time, but we have several more days and a lot of great spots to try. Later, jd