Howdy,back in the Mid 70s when I was in High School,an old buddy of mine stopped by the house one day and told me he had this cassette tape of a squeling rabbit that was supposed to call a coyote in and he had this old piece of beat up junk cassette player to play it in,He was a little worried about doin this by himself and wanted to know if I would go with him and I instantly headed in to get a rifle an opted for adventure,we picked a place just off the hiway about a mile just outside of Auburn Kansas,walked a short distance thru the woods until we came upon an old rock fence overlooking this little meadow of about 5 acres that was completely surrounded by timber,I climbed over the wall and set the player up again a tree pointing the same direction we were looking,I hit the play button and proceeded back over the rock wall,in a minuute or so the tape player started whaling away the dire sounds of something screaming for its life,Mike Koci was on his knees with a 30-06 bolt rifle at hand and I beside him with my 25-06 as we very patiently peeked thru the rocks in the top of that old rock fence,all of a sudden off to my left I caugt a movement and when I looked over I saw this big beautiful coyte on a dead lope coming out of the timber on the opposite side of the meadow,I was au-struck,I reached over and tapped Mike on the leg and pointed at the Coyote wich was coming right at us and wasting no time in doing so,Mike instantly reached for his rifle so I went for mine not wanting to miss out on any of the action,Him an I came up over that rock wall at almost exactly the same instant,as fast as we could lock & load we emptied two 06 bolt rifles,i dont think we hit anything but trees on the other side of the meadow and all I remember seeing was that coyote sailing thru that timber like he had been shot out of a cannon,But on that early fall day back in 1976 has set the stage for the next 30 years of my life and hopefully for as long as my health will allow me to do this thing,Ive hunted elk and shot scads of whitetail and I absolutley love to pheasant hunt and shoot prairie chicken,Ive been a hunter since I was a little kid and love to hunt all kinds of game,But Ill tell ya for sure there isnt anything that stokes my fire and cranks me up like watching ol wiley coyote come to that call,i dont even know how to find the words to describe it to you,but it is absolutley the greatest high and the wildest rush I know of,i took a friend out coyote calling one day back in the winter of 1986,Id called this same place every year for several years in a row and it always produced at least one coyote if not two and they almost always came from the same area every year,on this particular day no coyote showed up and i just thought for a second,that was kind of strange,Have you ever been sittin around and all of a sudden you get a funny feeling that your being watched,Well I was sittin there on the back side of this little plumb thicket looking over this horseshoe canyon and out across a vast range of prarie or kansas pasture,and all of a sudden I got that feeling I was being watched,my head covered kind of a ghillies bag that looks like a bush,i turned my head around very slowly to see this coyote standing about 10 feet behind me just standing there starring at me,not moving a muscle,I very easily brought my model 7 remington around and just pointed the little 223 at him from the hip and eased the saftey forward,coyote still standing there not making a twitch and my hunting buddy sitting 5 feet to my right with no clue about any this,I touched off the little 223 and the coyote slammed to the ground like he had been hit by a freight train,my buddy about came out of his boots at the bark of the rifle,maybe even leaked himself a little,we both jumped up and stepped over to the coyote standing right over him,no blood to be seen,coyote didnt appear to be breathing,just lying there what appeared to be graveyard dead,and I was explaning the situation to Bobby while we unloaded out rifles and all of a sudden like he had awaken from a nightmare that coyote sprang to his feet and set sail down that steep hill into an arroyo and was gone befor we could even think of grabbing a round out of our pocket,I still to this day have no clue about what happened on that day with ol wiley there 21 years ago.We were on a pheasant hunt back in about 1988 at Smith Center Kansas,On Sunday morning when the rest of the bird hunters in our party went to breakfast early,I went coyote calling by myself and went to this big rolling hill pasture scattered with big hay bales all over it and sat down in front of a big bale and waited a couple minutes then proceeded to blow the call and in less then a minute and a half I had 10 coyotes coming on me from all directions i picked the one I wanted and lit him up like a christmas tree and the rest of them vaporized at the bark of the rifle,Its the most awesome sport Ive ever known a friend of mine has done it most of his life and he has traveled and hunted big game and dangerous game grizzlies and all and he told me one day,I would drop em all just to go coyote calling,you ought to try it out it is badd to the bone,If you ve never done it you ought to find someone who does it and ask them to take you,Ill promise you this it will be something that you will never forget as long as you live,words cant get you too that state of high ,I think the only way there is just to go check it out.I could sit and tell you stories about it for days on end ,Later Mike..........
). I would like to hear stories good, bad, indifferent from everyone. Any game goes, waterfowl (I'm really getting into that now), deer, elk, pronghorn, sheep, goat, mountain lion, elephant, rhino, anything!
Also we hunt in 3 pt minimum areas sometimes so getting a good look and making a decision is crucial and takes a few seconds. 
