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Fellow Irishman Steve Mcvay and I head afield to my friends farm. It is cold here (for us) temp 19 at night / 42 days. Im sure if we wait on this one area, we will probably see coyotes in the afternoon on their way to dinner.
We got into a good hidden stand on the back slope of a 10' rise, and lay in wait....then it all went downhill fast.
1. While sitting hidden, overviewing two coyotes wandering 1200 yds away, 3 trespassing jerks in an Explorer drive in, toss a soda can out the window. So I wait till they get within 300 yards, jump up out of the set, and wave them over to me. Ask What are you doing? Tell them to get out, and stay out. (saw them here a couple weeks ago too, they admitted they did NOT have permission nor know the owners). I wondered why they had camo on. They admitted they just drive around, banging away out the windows. They apologize and leave, tail between legs. (wonder what they were thinking when they saw a 6'7" guy suddenly appear out of nowhere
2. Half hour later, we settle down, and another coyote wanders into 800 yards of us and mouses. Just then, a white chevy truck (looks like neighbor farmer, but not sure) enters our field , but via the back road, and stops 400 yds away from coyote, promptly road-kills him, loads him into pickup, drives off. They high-five each other, and are probably headed to the dinner table to tell the family what great hunters they are. We cannot do anyting, short of shooting them, and decide not to this time.
3. We go with plan B now, and move on, to another set at dark, to call, and use our flashlights. I promptly rip my pants and almost fall going over barbed wire fence. Exercise freedom of swearing where no one can hear, and move on.
4. Plan "B" fails, then walking back in dark, I slip on a 6 ft. rise, and land on left knee (you remember,the ones with the ripped holes in them). Drop 257 Roberts on the hardpan, hurts like hell, feel like vomiting, causes shortness of breath, pain is sharp! Scope is covered with muck, as is barrel muzzle. Steve offers to carry my gun for me, so I hand it over.... and in 10 mins, Im up and limping onward.
5. 400 yards to the truck and seemingly safe from it all, CGSteve follows my lead,, and now HE falls off a 5 ft.sandy cliff that gives way suddenly under his foot, slips on ass, drops his CZ 223 rifle and gouges nice walnut stock, mine also got another dose of sand on the muzzle for good measure.
6. Get to truck, drive to favorite restaurant to eat, now starving at 9:30 pm. But restaurant is closed for re-modeling, (this happens once every 23 years or so, and after all it IS our lucky day)... so we drive to another place, a few miles out of our way. Heat is set at about 59 in the joint, but I dont feel like arguing, and food is "average" at best.
7. Steve forgot his cash this time, so I whip out the $35.00 and we get the hell out of there, rooting for midnight to arrive so I can wipe this day off the calendar and move forward. (albeit slowly, and without benefit of having a left knee). Once out to the truck, we notice Steve had left his passenger window open, in case anyone wanted a rifle, or a binocular, rangefinder, camera, phone, and misc. other items. Hey, something GOOD happened, no one stole anything!!
And Steve, Im just razzin' ya......(Steve bought lunch, and gas way more times than I have on our trips, just to set that straight)
We got into a good hidden stand on the back slope of a 10' rise, and lay in wait....then it all went downhill fast.
1. While sitting hidden, overviewing two coyotes wandering 1200 yds away, 3 trespassing jerks in an Explorer drive in, toss a soda can out the window. So I wait till they get within 300 yards, jump up out of the set, and wave them over to me. Ask What are you doing? Tell them to get out, and stay out. (saw them here a couple weeks ago too, they admitted they did NOT have permission nor know the owners). I wondered why they had camo on. They admitted they just drive around, banging away out the windows. They apologize and leave, tail between legs. (wonder what they were thinking when they saw a 6'7" guy suddenly appear out of nowhere
2. Half hour later, we settle down, and another coyote wanders into 800 yards of us and mouses. Just then, a white chevy truck (looks like neighbor farmer, but not sure) enters our field , but via the back road, and stops 400 yds away from coyote, promptly road-kills him, loads him into pickup, drives off. They high-five each other, and are probably headed to the dinner table to tell the family what great hunters they are. We cannot do anyting, short of shooting them, and decide not to this time.
3. We go with plan B now, and move on, to another set at dark, to call, and use our flashlights. I promptly rip my pants and almost fall going over barbed wire fence. Exercise freedom of swearing where no one can hear, and move on.
4. Plan "B" fails, then walking back in dark, I slip on a 6 ft. rise, and land on left knee (you remember,the ones with the ripped holes in them). Drop 257 Roberts on the hardpan, hurts like hell, feel like vomiting, causes shortness of breath, pain is sharp! Scope is covered with muck, as is barrel muzzle. Steve offers to carry my gun for me, so I hand it over.... and in 10 mins, Im up and limping onward.
5. 400 yards to the truck and seemingly safe from it all, CGSteve follows my lead,, and now HE falls off a 5 ft.sandy cliff that gives way suddenly under his foot, slips on ass, drops his CZ 223 rifle and gouges nice walnut stock, mine also got another dose of sand on the muzzle for good measure.
6. Get to truck, drive to favorite restaurant to eat, now starving at 9:30 pm. But restaurant is closed for re-modeling, (this happens once every 23 years or so, and after all it IS our lucky day)... so we drive to another place, a few miles out of our way. Heat is set at about 59 in the joint, but I dont feel like arguing, and food is "average" at best.
7. Steve forgot his cash this time, so I whip out the $35.00 and we get the hell out of there, rooting for midnight to arrive so I can wipe this day off the calendar and move forward. (albeit slowly, and without benefit of having a left knee).
Once out to the truck, we notice Steve had left his passenger window open, in case anyone wanted a rifle, or a binocular, rangefinder, camera, phone, and misc. other items. Hey, something GOOD happened, no one stole anything!!And Steve, Im just razzin' ya......(Steve bought lunch, and gas way more times than I have on our trips, just to set that straight)
