Okay Guys bear with me........
Well it was bound to happen sooner or later, at least that's what I'd been telling myself.
I left work a little early trying to get out before the forecated storm. Came home jumped into my camo and headed 1 1/2 miles up the road to a spot that I really expected to see fox. When I was walking in I was pleasantly suprised to see an abundance of coyote tracks that weren't there the other day. At my first stand I drew a blank. It was getting dark but I decided to try another location before calling it quits. I headed cross wind about 500 yards and set up with the wind hitting me square in the face (at about 20 mph) and a hedgerow at my back. I was looking over a 2 acre pond with a lot of overgrown brush and plenty of tracks all over. I set the caller about 50 yards down on the pond berm and settled in. I figure I had about 5 minutes to call. I gave it the female invitation howl then went right to a challenge howl. I then waited 30 seconds and hit the coyote distress for about 30-45 seconds. Before I knew it I could barely see. Then all of a sudden there they were. Three of them coming in at a fast trot. I could hardly see through the scope. As soon as the lead (biggest) one hit the open spot just past the caller, I sent a triple duece pill his way. Down he went. What a rush!!!! First coyote I've ever called in. Hopefully the huntings Gods will smile upon me again before too long.
If it wasn't for the info I've been getting on the boards I'd still be trophyless.
Good Hunting,
Perri
