So I've been hunting coyotes for many years, and for the most part I've been quite unsuccessful, as a matter of fact the only confirmed kill I've made was a coyote who'd been hit by a car, so I dont count that one. Its become a running joke in the family, I've probably shot at more coyotes than anyone else, but yet to put my hands on one.
Always stuborn, Ive never given up, and today the spell was broken.
I went to my favorite coyote spot early this morning, conditions were perfect, so I quietly made my way from the truck towards a spot that I had previously had good luck. I called for about 15-20 minutes, and when nothing happened, I started moving towards another spot. As I walked I'd stop and watch for activity. I spotted movement, a small yote working his way towards me. I hit him with the Leica, it said 220 yds. My first impression was how small he seemed, I knew he wasnt full grown, but he turned out to be much smaller than I expected, I wasnt giving him much time either way.
I was shooting my DTA covert .308, I like to think it was a short piece of luck
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Always stuborn, Ive never given up, and today the spell was broken.
I went to my favorite coyote spot early this morning, conditions were perfect, so I quietly made my way from the truck towards a spot that I had previously had good luck. I called for about 15-20 minutes, and when nothing happened, I started moving towards another spot. As I walked I'd stop and watch for activity. I spotted movement, a small yote working his way towards me. I hit him with the Leica, it said 220 yds. My first impression was how small he seemed, I knew he wasnt full grown, but he turned out to be much smaller than I expected, I wasnt giving him much time either way.
I was shooting my DTA covert .308, I like to think it was a short piece of luck
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