I've been out a couple of times this year doing my part with the coyotes. 3 dogs the last 3 times out. I've also missed a few long shots because they are getting too educated.
This one ran across the road in front of me on my way out so I jumped out, layed rifle across bed of truck and dropped him at 100yrds.
I week later I go back and less than 100yrds from where I shot the last one I spot two others running through the rocks up the hill as I'm driving out. I again jump out of the truck and grab the rifle with only 1rnd and shoot one of them @200yrds. He does the death dance and is yelping like crazy so I figure he's dead and run to get another round hoping for a double. As I'm looking for the other this one gets up and limps off. I followed a blood trail for a long time up over a hill but lost it in the thick brush and rocks. If he lived he's hurting still. Last Friday my kid had off school and wanted to go hunting. He's had a couple of opportunities but has yet to close the deal. On our drive in I am going to a spot that I wanted to call first thing in the morning and I look up on the hillside to see 2 sitting there. I back out hoping they aren't spooked and we grab the rifles o try and put a sneak on them. We get within 175yrds and he takes the shot but misses. Off to another stand. I set him up on a rock overlooking a bowl and start the call, seconds into it this dog comes running out and I stop him at 75yrds. Damn near took his bottom jaw off.
We were super excited. We saw 5 total that day, I missed one @175yrds and never got a shot at another. We almost didn't go because of the high winds and warm temps but it worked out for us.
This one ran across the road in front of me on my way out so I jumped out, layed rifle across bed of truck and dropped him at 100yrds.
I week later I go back and less than 100yrds from where I shot the last one I spot two others running through the rocks up the hill as I'm driving out. I again jump out of the truck and grab the rifle with only 1rnd and shoot one of them @200yrds. He does the death dance and is yelping like crazy so I figure he's dead and run to get another round hoping for a double. As I'm looking for the other this one gets up and limps off. I followed a blood trail for a long time up over a hill but lost it in the thick brush and rocks. If he lived he's hurting still. Last Friday my kid had off school and wanted to go hunting. He's had a couple of opportunities but has yet to close the deal. On our drive in I am going to a spot that I wanted to call first thing in the morning and I look up on the hillside to see 2 sitting there. I back out hoping they aren't spooked and we grab the rifles o try and put a sneak on them. We get within 175yrds and he takes the shot but misses. Off to another stand. I set him up on a rock overlooking a bowl and start the call, seconds into it this dog comes running out and I stop him at 75yrds. Damn near took his bottom jaw off.
We were super excited. We saw 5 total that day, I missed one @175yrds and never got a shot at another. We almost didn't go because of the high winds and warm temps but it worked out for us.
