Duhhh
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I come out to where I grew up in northern Nevada every September. Lately, that trip involves my little family coming along to visit my grandmother and their great grandmother. We grew up in the sticks and lived a life that my kids likely won’t get to experience. However, I make it a point to share my one true passion with them, hunting.
We got about a 45 minute break in the rain this evening. I was talking with my grandmother about the 40 head of wild horses in her pasture behind the house. We got talking about coyotes and she mentioned seeing one in the back of the field near the willows.
I just about ended the conversation right there and got my son ready to make a quick set. I put his lucky paw patrol shoes on and we walked about 75 yards behind her house and got set up in some brush that was facing the thick willows.
I let out some lone howls and about sent the horses into a frenzy. They stampeded around my call so I muted for a bit. The horses then circled behind us and got pretty interested in my son and I sitting in the brush. After a while I let out some pup distress and they about ran my call over and made a big circle around us again. There was a big mare that took particular interest in us and came within 5 yards of us. I was pretty annoyed with them at that point and decided we should just pack it up.
As I was getting up I scanned the willow line that was approximately 100 yards ahead and saw a coyote poking its head thru the thicket. I quickly had my son sit on my lap and settle the cross hairs on his chest before squeezing off a perfect shot.
As we walked up to the coyote, the horses followed behind and wouldn’t leave. They took particular interest in the little boy and the male coyote.
Got a quick range and we were 180 yards behind the house. We could have just shot from the back porch. I’m sure my
Grandmas tiny dog won’t mind one less coyote in the back yard.
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