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After gaining permission to call a new farm, I parked behind the feedlot and realized I needed a plan. Hunting open fields is not a new thing to me, but I wondered if I should mosey toward the nearby turkey farm at dusk, or the cattle ranch. It seemed like the cattle ranch would be the better idea, and since it was a good 2.5 miles away, and 3pm, this would allow a couple of stands along the way.
Sign was everywhere on the edge of wheatfields. Seems wherever there is fresh sand or tilled dirt, a coyote will just have to walk. They cannot resist fresh dirt for whatever reason! But right now, I better pay closer attention to what is out on the horizon, as I see a tan speck in the sea of green. I hit the deck. Laying low a minute, I slowly lift my head out of the hay and see that indeed we not only have a curious coyote about 800 yds away, but two. By now it is 4pm. I cannot imagine them running toward a call out here, having seen me first, so I decide to just wait and watch, and not stir up or educate the area. I really had my sights set on the cattle pasture beyond them at dusk anyway, and making noise here would clear the entire area. Maybe these two would wander out there, and I would get a better setup later....and one not looking into the setting sun. I sure wish I had seen them first, as they would have been good canditates. This pic was shot at 12X zoom.
Sure enough, they soon calmly left the area, turning away, and walking thru a fence, and into a low spot of terrain, never to be seen again. I got up, after a few moments, and moved ahead.
Reaching the pasture a half hour before dark, I saw several 6 and 8 foot deep cuts carrying water in an abstract pattern thruout , yet from a mile away, it appeared flat as a pool table. This made me wonder if I would be actually calling as big an area I had earlier hoped for.
The hope of a coyote splashing or swimming to my call seemed far fetched, and unrealistic. But while glassing, I spotted a piece of land that was fairly large, had some trees, and structure within it, and felt possibly a coyote could be nearby. It looked like if a coyote was in this field, he should be in this particular area.. This would be the last chance of the evening
I wanted to give the Foxpro I bought from CGSteve a try, and I set it about 40 yards away from me, atop a dirt mound about 10" high. Then retreated and got set next to a dead oak tree. I used about 40% volume and clicked the remote on, to play the squirrel distress for about 10-12 seconds. While waiting, the light suddenly got real dim fast, I had not planned on this, and now even the cows were difficult to make out 500 yds away. It was ground fog! The dewpoint had been reached, and we had moisture in the air now. Lots of it. But with the help of the binocular, I could make out a tan colored ghost weaving his way thru the pasture of cows to get to the caller. It happened fast, within one minute he was stopped, and standing within 170 yards. Maybe he wanted more sound, to confirm what he had come to dine on. But the only sound he got was a tiny piece of copper jacketed lead leaving a 222 Lilja barrel. I had a snug hold and the crosshairs were right behind the shoulder when the orange muzzle flash lit up the heavy winter air. No doubt it was a hit. It sounded great.
As I cycled the bolt, I watched him try to run, but he looked more like a D.U.I. candidate than a healthy coyote! Finally, after about 40 yards of un-coordinated scrambling, he did something I wished I had on film, as I have never seen it before. He lunged ...and jumped with his last bit of energy........picture a man running off of a diving board.....springing up in the air, with his feet going over the top slowly and gracefully......then landing on his back, and laying there motionless, with his head facing the direction from which he came. It was amazing! That "death~jump" was like nothing Ive ever seen. An involuntary muscle reflex, just before dying.
Good sized young male, heavy for this region at 31 lbs 4 oz. The nearly full moon lit the path back to the pickup.......and along the way it soaked in how fortunate I was to fool yet another coyote, out on the flat, open ground.
Sign was everywhere on the edge of wheatfields. Seems wherever there is fresh sand or tilled dirt, a coyote will just have to walk. They cannot resist fresh dirt for whatever reason! But right now, I better pay closer attention to what is out on the horizon, as I see a tan speck in the sea of green. I hit the deck. Laying low a minute, I slowly lift my head out of the hay and see that indeed we not only have a curious coyote about 800 yds away, but two. By now it is 4pm. I cannot imagine them running toward a call out here, having seen me first, so I decide to just wait and watch, and not stir up or educate the area. I really had my sights set on the cattle pasture beyond them at dusk anyway, and making noise here would clear the entire area. Maybe these two would wander out there, and I would get a better setup later....and one not looking into the setting sun. I sure wish I had seen them first, as they would have been good canditates. This pic was shot at 12X zoom.
Sure enough, they soon calmly left the area, turning away, and walking thru a fence, and into a low spot of terrain, never to be seen again. I got up, after a few moments, and moved ahead.
Reaching the pasture a half hour before dark, I saw several 6 and 8 foot deep cuts carrying water in an abstract pattern thruout , yet from a mile away, it appeared flat as a pool table. This made me wonder if I would be actually calling as big an area I had earlier hoped for.
The hope of a coyote splashing or swimming to my call seemed far fetched, and unrealistic. But while glassing, I spotted a piece of land that was fairly large, had some trees, and structure within it, and felt possibly a coyote could be nearby. It looked like if a coyote was in this field, he should be in this particular area.. This would be the last chance of the evening
I wanted to give the Foxpro I bought from CGSteve a try, and I set it about 40 yards away from me, atop a dirt mound about 10" high. Then retreated and got set next to a dead oak tree. I used about 40% volume and clicked the remote on, to play the squirrel distress for about 10-12 seconds. While waiting, the light suddenly got real dim fast, I had not planned on this, and now even the cows were difficult to make out 500 yds away. It was ground fog! The dewpoint had been reached, and we had moisture in the air now. Lots of it. But with the help of the binocular, I could make out a tan colored ghost weaving his way thru the pasture of cows to get to the caller. It happened fast, within one minute he was stopped, and standing within 170 yards. Maybe he wanted more sound, to confirm what he had come to dine on. But the only sound he got was a tiny piece of copper jacketed lead leaving a 222 Lilja barrel. I had a snug hold and the crosshairs were right behind the shoulder when the orange muzzle flash lit up the heavy winter air. No doubt it was a hit. It sounded great.
As I cycled the bolt, I watched him try to run, but he looked more like a D.U.I. candidate than a healthy coyote! Finally, after about 40 yards of un-coordinated scrambling, he did something I wished I had on film, as I have never seen it before. He lunged ...and jumped with his last bit of energy........picture a man running off of a diving board.....springing up in the air, with his feet going over the top slowly and gracefully......then landing on his back, and laying there motionless, with his head facing the direction from which he came. It was amazing! That "death~jump" was like nothing Ive ever seen. An involuntary muscle reflex, just before dying.
Good sized young male, heavy for this region at 31 lbs 4 oz. The nearly full moon lit the path back to the pickup.......and along the way it soaked in how fortunate I was to fool yet another coyote, out on the flat, open ground.