popped a coyote. This coyote was not looking at us or even in our direction. It fooled around in the thin grass, acting as unconcerned as could be. I started lip squeaking and pretty much figured that the dog would just come trotting down the farm lane. No dice. It acted like it couldn’t even hear me. Looking at Tom, I could see that he was aiming at the coyote, but why the heck doesn’t he shoot? While lip squeaking for all I was worth, the dog steps up onto the farm lane and stops. Still no shot. What in the heck is Tom doing?
Now the dog is completely out in the open. I could safely shoot but the coyote was on Tom’s side so it was his shot. It’s no big deal but that’s how we do it. There was a fence line running north near the coyote with some grass along it. Not wanting the coyote to continue north and possibly get away, I grabbed my Crit’R•Call and give it a blast. The dog does not even look up. It did not even twitch an ear toward me. I am going bonkers! Why is Tom not shooting? The coyote casually walks across the lane, into the ditch, and into the tall grass. Stopping, poking around in the grass, and appeared to catch a mouse. Now I can see that Tom has no shot because of the tall grass. Calling and lip squeaking seemingly goes unnoticed with absolutely no reaction. About the time I figured that this dumb coyote was going to get away, for some reason known only to the coyote, it simply walks back onto the farm lane and begins briskly walking toward us,
bouncing along as only a coyote does. Cool! I begin to breathe a little easier. When this happy-go-lucky coyote gets to about 50 yards, Tom finally hammers it with his 270. I jump up, practically hyperventilating, and walk over to Tom and said, “What in the heck were you waiting for? Man, I was about to have a heart attack.”
Tom, as he was getting to his feet and as casual as could be, simply said, “I guess I am just a patient kind of guy.” I said, “Patient my backside. I bet
you didn’t even see it until it came walk- ing down the lane. Wait until I tell the guys in camp here how blind you are!” Of course, I was just having some fun. The coyote looked to be a couple of years old and had a bad case of the nasties. I wish I had some of Tom’s self control. No doubt I would kill more coyotes. In the end, Tom got his first coyote. The next year on our South Dakota
pheasant trip I invited a fellow who had contracted our company to complete a really large construction project. Mike is a good guy, a very successful busi- nessman. I mean this in a good way but Mike is not a very experienced hunter. However, he has all the really cool stuff. He brought several Perazzi shotguns for pheasants. Up until then I had never heard of a Perazzi. One of the shotguns he had cost more than a new truck. He also brought along a brand new Colt AR-15 topped with a mega scope, for coyotes and prairie dogs. When he gears up he looks like he should be on the cover of an Eddie Bauer catalog. I truly
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camp at the crack of dawn. I like to set up my 10’x12’ wall tent off a little ways from the rest of the guys in their wall tents and sleep alone. Mike had somehow got his monster motor home within 100 yards or so of camp. I told Mike that I am not his mother and I would not wake him up to go. If he wanted to go with me he had better be ready. Well, Mike was up so at first light we went to one of my favorite spots. While walking in I just had to check out Mike’s Colt. Like most of his stuff it was top of the line and looked brand new. I asked him where it shot. I scratched my head when he had to think for a moment, then replied, “Oh, ah, it’s right on.” Now most shooters would answer that question with a confident “dead on at 200 yards,” or something to that effect. I figured Mike’s rifle was probably bore sighted only. I made a mental note to be ready to back him up if he gets a shot. (Later, in a prairie dog town, it was obvious that at about 100 yards, Mike’s gun shot about 4” high and 8” to the right.) Prior to going I had told Mike, as I tell everyone who has never called coyotes, that we may not see anything so don’t get your hopes up. Coyote calling is certainly not a sure thing. He just said, “It sounds like fun; I’m in.” I really wanted to get one; at least see one….
We set up looking down a very long draw, maybe half a mile long with several smaller valleys leading into it. The wind was at our backs so if a coyote tried to catch our scent we would be able to see it and, I hoped, get off a shot before it leaves town. Mike was sitting about 6 or 7 yards to my right, across a wire fence. The fence line had tall grass growing on my side of the fence but the other side of the fence was cattle pasture. I told Mike that he had the right side of the fence and I would cover the left side. After working the Crit’R•Call for maybe six or seven minutes, Mike says, “Hey.” I looked at him and he is just sitting there legs crossed, unconcerned, with his rifle resting in his lap. He was casually look- ing down the draw, with an occasional glance to his right. I looked and looked but saw nothing. I couldn’t figure out what was up. After another 20 seconds or so he again says, “Hey.” Again, I look over at him and he is now looking to his right, but his rifle was still in his lap. I
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