alf
Well-known member
Classic CF.....
Set up on the edge of a picked bean field, one row deep in the standing corn facing NE. Ran the caller out a ways at the corn's edge.
Came back & didn't think the caller was far enough into the bend of the field, so out I go to extend it a ways.
Came back, got all ready to go, and the caller wouldn't fire up. Well son of a beech....
Go back out, move the caller a little closer, & back to the gun. You gotta be shitting me, it still wouldn't go. Held the remote over my head & it finally started to play.
Unfortunately, I couldn't adjust the volume, change the sound, or mute it. Oh well, let 'er rock.
The field road a little to my left went down a bit, then splitting the corn fields. I thought a coyote would either come up the road towards the caller, or come around the bend in the bean field towards the caller. Wind was perfect for either, from the SE. A great plan in theory.
Seven minutes in, I scanned to my hard left, & there a varmint scooting the opposite direction. Somehow I managed to start the video, step over the tripod leg, and get over 150 degrees to my left, and miss by a country mile. The brain, the support hand, and the trigger finger were not in sync, not at all helped by being half way screwed into the ground.
A fitting end to that stand.
Set up on the edge of a picked bean field, one row deep in the standing corn facing NE. Ran the caller out a ways at the corn's edge.
Came back & didn't think the caller was far enough into the bend of the field, so out I go to extend it a ways.
Came back, got all ready to go, and the caller wouldn't fire up. Well son of a beech....
Go back out, move the caller a little closer, & back to the gun. You gotta be shitting me, it still wouldn't go. Held the remote over my head & it finally started to play.
Unfortunately, I couldn't adjust the volume, change the sound, or mute it. Oh well, let 'er rock.
The field road a little to my left went down a bit, then splitting the corn fields. I thought a coyote would either come up the road towards the caller, or come around the bend in the bean field towards the caller. Wind was perfect for either, from the SE. A great plan in theory.
Seven minutes in, I scanned to my hard left, & there a varmint scooting the opposite direction. Somehow I managed to start the video, step over the tripod leg, and get over 150 degrees to my left, and miss by a country mile. The brain, the support hand, and the trigger finger were not in sync, not at all helped by being half way screwed into the ground.
A fitting end to that stand.
