It's been a little bit of a drought here lately in the coyote department. One 12 hour shift of hunting with Larry, and ilcoyote only yielded a missed shot, and a set of eyes that wouldn't cross the road. The next night, Larry and I hunted for six hours, and managed to finally get one on the ground. We (Larry and I) hunted 12 solid hours the next day and saw NOTHING. A week later we hunted all day again, and only called in one bobcat.
We had planned on hunting this Sat. , but rain and high winds changed our minds. We met up Sunday morning, and decided to try an area we had only hunted a few times at nite, and hadn't hunted yet this year. The dirt road that leads to the field was blocked with trees down from the recent ice storm. We walked in to a hay field, surrounded by timber.
We set up on one edge, side, by side, and put the e-caller out. The bunny blues started singing, and in less than two minutes, I catch movement on my side. A coyote is bouncing across the field looking for the racket. I start turning to get a bead on him, and just before I set the shooting sticks down, I see another coyote come out of the timber.
He caught me moving, and I set the sticks down, and get him in the scope, just as he stops. I hoped the first coyote was far enough out in the field for my partner, Larry, to get a shot on him. When the second coyote starts to take a step back into the timber I let him have it. He goes down like a bag of bricks.
As it turns out, the second coyote wasn't far enough out in the field for Larry to get a shot at. He disappeared (although I gave him a warning shot - with no effect). About 2 or 3 minutes later, the second coyote starts giving us the barking routine. I started matching him, bark for bark, howl for howl, and had him really agitated. After about ten minutes of this, he had come as close as he was going to come. He sounded like he was no more than 75 yards away, just over a rise in the timber, but was keeping invisible. After he got quiet, and wouldn't respond any longer, we tried a variety of different sounds, to no avail.
The coyote I shot, was a female, and had frost on her neck. The pair had probably been laying up, very near to the field we called. She had some badly rubbed areas on the top of her back, and didn't make the trip back to get skinned.
I was unable to hunt that evening, but Larry was. We agreed he should go back, and try his luck at calling in the mate. He set up in the same location, and after two howls, he got what he described as a very lonesome howl back. About five minutes later, a coyote pops out into the field, coming from the same area the coyote was giving us the tongue lashing from in the morning. He made a clean shot, and collected a nice male coyote.
Here's a picture of the female from the morning hunt.
Friday February 20, 2009 we were at a farm in Lee,NH at 4:00 PM. The wind blowing 25 mph. The snow crossing the fields like a sand storm in the desert. We had the field at our backs using it as a funnel, as we have not been pulling them into the fields.
We set up at a new spot different from where we had been hunting and this time we changed our time and place for a stand. Dan went up wind and I downwind watching the back door. Dan doing the calling with his Foxpro. Yes, we do use a Foxpro, even though we both have WT. I did have my WT on my back just in case. I set up on the edge of a swamp and sat by a big old pine. It was a good spot. It felt right.
Dan let the caller go and I was thinking the wind might play with the sound, but he had it playing just right. Because about 8 minutes into the call I saw her come in on my right. She was dog trotting and I figured she had winded Dan. She kind of caught me off guide as I was thinking approach not exit. But, that's coyote hunting. Had no idea I was there, went behind a Pine and that is when I raised my new AR and flicked the safety.
She heard that as she was only 30 yds away from me. That was that full run. I was on target fast as I have a Burris red dot site on the AR. Shot 3 and led a little more and hit her with the 4th down and hit her again with the 5th just to make sure. The .223 60grn V-Max that I hand load did a great job. Hit her in the shoulder and the other just behind. Did make a mess of the hide on the one side with no exit.
She weighed in at 40 lbs 8 oz.
My hunting Partner Brian, and I were up in my old stomping grounds. I had seen this coyote before when I was woodchuck hunting in the Spring. It was a chilly Nov.1st about 3:45 P.M. we drove to the area no cover anywhere so I drove my truck slowly up to the north end of a long tobacco barn, we quietly got out and stayed on the east side of the barn in the shadows.
Brain set up in the shadow on the south end of the barn, I had nowhere to go, so I slowly opened the door on west side of the barn and propped open the door with a stick, I sat back a bit in the darkness of the barn.
In front of use about 250 yards away, was a large brush area, I gave Brian The go ahead and he gave out a very low dying rabbit moan, it was perfect, all of a sudden here comes the red male dog that I had seen before.
He Stopped about 200 yards right in front of me, however I wanted Brian to shoot him with his new 22-250. Brian was waiting for me to shoot it with my new Remington R-15, well the yote was starting to go to get our wind. We both pulled the trigger and that was it, nice yote in the bag!!!!
My friend Brian had hunted coyotes before, and called in a few, but he never connected on a dog. Well we went hunting in a field that I used to hunt fox in, by my Dad’s house.
It was a snowy January day, we stalked in and set up in a hedge row about 100’-0 apart, We were facing east, in front of us was an open field then dense overgrown field, then woods.
Both of us did a little calling, some prey distress, then some coyote vocalizations, all on open Reed calls. All of a sudden I saw the yote coming straight across the field at us ,I stopped calling and was trying to move my gun, the yote turned toward Brian and stopped, Brian was still calling to beat the band, then he saw her. He put the cross hairs on her and pulled the trigger on my Vintage Remington model #722,the bullet hit and she dropped.
Brian was so pumped up it was awesome. Two weeks later he called in his first Bob Cat!!!!! P.S. It turned out this same field was where he went crow hunting for the first time,20 years before!!!
I was supposed to hunt today with my friend Berettaman over at Hyden, Ky this morning. Well, his clutch went out in his Jeep, and around Hyden, you ain't going nowhere to hunt with the 2WD P/U I have. It's all straight up and down mountains.
So, I'm sitting around the house with my back hurting from walking my butt off on yesterdays hunt. About 11AM I couldn't stand it no more. I grabbed my shotgun, hand calls, decoy, and stool and headed over to a thicket where I see a lot of sign every time I go there. I parked my P/U and only had to walk about 100 yds over the hill to where I was going to set up. It's a transitional area between a stand of pines to my left and hardwoods with a thick undergrowth of briars and brush on my right.
I set my Predator Supreme decoy about 20 yds in front of me. I had a light crosswind blowing from left to right.
I sat there a few minutes to let the woods die down. Then I thought I would try something different to start my calling. I gave about 5 sharp, quick pup yelps, and then just sat there about 5 more minutes. Then I started a little off and on rabbit distress with my Pee Wee Critter Call. About 3 minutes into it this male came trotting straight into my decoy. He stopped at about 20 yds from me to look at the decoy and I busted him with a 12 gauge load of BBs. He dropped right there in his tracks. From the time I parked the truck, it was less than 30 minutes before I had him on the ground.
I tried 2 other quick stands but had no more takers.
The day started out bad, but turned out pretty good after all.