DoubleUp
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The last glimmer of light was fading from the onrushing darkness as I made my way into one of my favorite stands. I was concerned whether the barely perceptible wind would hold or betray my position. The Razor bike was stealthy quiet, but killdeer seemed to delight in announcing my presence. The night air was just cool enough to mostly keep the mosquitoes at bay as I began the pulsing cry of the pitiful rabbit.
At the back of the field about 650 yds. distant I spotted two heads working the ditch bank and weaving their way toward me through the cornstalks. They came on methodically picking up the occasional mouse or rat along the way. At a little more than 100 yds. they began to angle to get the wind, and that put them in clear territory from the cornstalks. Perhaps I was overconfident or maybe just trying too hard to get the double. I did a low-pitched growl at them, and the lead coyote stopped. Just as I brought the rifle to bear, he shifted his position toward me slightly. Still, it looked like it should have been a solid hit, but apparently, I missed somehow. The coyote jumped high in the air like he had been heart shot, but evidently the bullet just raked his lower side.
Now complete chaos ensues. and I finally settled down enough to get a running shot in him. I can’t manage to stop the second one or call it back. I wait quietly for about 5 minutes and see another one coming down a second road. She works her way toward me and gives me a nice standing shot off on the shoulder of the road. She is DRT and proves to be a smallish female. A triple would have been better than a double, but when things go down instead of up, I’ll settle for the double.
At the back of the field about 650 yds. distant I spotted two heads working the ditch bank and weaving their way toward me through the cornstalks. They came on methodically picking up the occasional mouse or rat along the way. At a little more than 100 yds. they began to angle to get the wind, and that put them in clear territory from the cornstalks. Perhaps I was overconfident or maybe just trying too hard to get the double. I did a low-pitched growl at them, and the lead coyote stopped. Just as I brought the rifle to bear, he shifted his position toward me slightly. Still, it looked like it should have been a solid hit, but apparently, I missed somehow. The coyote jumped high in the air like he had been heart shot, but evidently the bullet just raked his lower side.
Now complete chaos ensues. and I finally settled down enough to get a running shot in him. I can’t manage to stop the second one or call it back. I wait quietly for about 5 minutes and see another one coming down a second road. She works her way toward me and gives me a nice standing shot off on the shoulder of the road. She is DRT and proves to be a smallish female. A triple would have been better than a double, but when things go down instead of up, I’ll settle for the double.
