So.... I got goat roped into going on a predator hunt in S. Texas. We set up where the cut rice and fallow fields meet up on a levee with a fence lined with trees behind us about 25ft. There is up to a 400yd shot at 12:00, a 200yd shot to our 9 and a spear chuck to our 3. There wasn't any sense in watching the 6 because that was down wind. The sun is just setting and for whatever reason, my partner and bird hunting buddy (we'll call him Fred) thought it would be a good idea to use his Ghillie suits. Mind you, these are not hand built minimal suits, they're basically a Chewbacca skin. Against my better judgement, I agreed. This was the first of a couple bad decisions.
The FoxPro was set up in the rice about 20ft off the levee to conceal the mechanism and call box. We started calling and we have a single yote sitting and watching very reluctantly. Not wanting to spook what might be behind him, we wait a few minutes. After about 2 to 3 minutes of him milling around like a canine version of Homer Simpson, it happened.... The little red bastards found their way in through the polyester jungle!
I, very hastily brought the hammer down on the yote and proceeded to unass everything I was wearing because the violent little creatures were headed south at a sprint.
Not thinking clearly from the action, I decided to go for a quick dip in the (I found out quickly) EXTREMELY FUCKING COLD!!!! water that was left in the rice field so maybe I could shake a few off or drown them. I damn near drowned myself and got hypothermia all at the same time.
Moral of the story, watch where you lay in the south and don't give in to peer pressure!
The FoxPro was set up in the rice about 20ft off the levee to conceal the mechanism and call box. We started calling and we have a single yote sitting and watching very reluctantly. Not wanting to spook what might be behind him, we wait a few minutes. After about 2 to 3 minutes of him milling around like a canine version of Homer Simpson, it happened.... The little red bastards found their way in through the polyester jungle!
I, very hastily brought the hammer down on the yote and proceeded to unass everything I was wearing because the violent little creatures were headed south at a sprint.
Not thinking clearly from the action, I decided to go for a quick dip in the (I found out quickly) EXTREMELY FUCKING COLD!!!! water that was left in the rice field so maybe I could shake a few off or drown them. I damn near drowned myself and got hypothermia all at the same time.
Moral of the story, watch where you lay in the south and don't give in to peer pressure!
