SupressYourself
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I headed down to my dad's farm Saturday afternoon. I hadn't intended on doing a stand in the daylight, but the wind was perfect for one stand where the landowner didn't want me hunting at night. So I called up my older brother on the way and made a plan. We got settled in about an hour before sundown and started calling. I was into some pheasant distress when I see my brother down on his scope pointing down in front of us. I looked with my binos, but couldn't see anything in the buck brush and tall grass about 180 yards in front of us. A minute or two goes by and a see a flash of movement down there, so I get my scope on it. It's a coyote all right, but he's leaving. I give a bark with my voice, and he stops and looks back. The 22 ARC sent a 62 ELD-VT to the high shoulder, and he dropped like a rock.
That was the first kill for the 22 ARC. A big old male with worn down teeth and a missing canine.
My older brother has no thermal gear, so after the sun went down, I was on my own. The first stand looked great, but only deer and raccoons were spotted. I then tried a spot that I've never even driven by before. It just looked like it had potential on On-X. As I was walking out, I hear a coyote howl way off in the distance. I started thinking, "it would be nice if there were some a bit closer than that" when a group lights up 400-500 yards to my southeast, directly upwind of me. Perfect.
They were down in a low brushy spot in the same field I was about to set up in. I snuck the X24 about 50 yards out into the field. I did a couple of lone howls, and a few of them answered. I waited a minute, but didn't see any movement. I then put on some low-key breeding sounds (whimpers, chips, whines, etc), and I could see little white dots bouncing my way in the scanner. They were coming on a gallop. I got on the gun, and holy crap, there's 3 coming, no wait, there's 4, no wait, there's 5.
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After that I went and did another stand and had a pair come in behind me. I hammered the female, and the male ran out onto a big frozen slough. I finally got him to stop about 350 yards out and I sailed one over him. I have video of that stand, but haven't put it together yet. After that, I decided to call it a night.
All in all, a good night for the 22 ARC and 22 Creed.
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