DoubleUp
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The night was dark and the clouds were hanging low with intermittent rain showers. I knew if the rain showers would end quickly as the radar appeared to promise that the coyotes would be out feeding after the rain. I waited in the truck impatiently for the last of the showers to end before unloading my bike and gear. My partner had worked hard all day and was too tuckered to give it a try so I was on a lone mission. Thankfully the winds had shifted to the NW and somewhat cooled the appetites of the bomber mosquitoes.
Cottontail sounds have been paying off, so I started with that. I had a coyote cooperating shortly and put him to rest at 55 yds. I elected to keep on calling and saw another one easing in for a look. She was working toward the downwind so I growled her to a stop at 100 yds. and she took a 50 V-max to the chest from the 250. In my excitement, I forgot to chamber another round, and about 8 minutes later the rabbit was enticing another one with his cry for help. I growled this one to a stop at 85 yds., but realized I didn’t have a bullet in the chamber. This Yoy stood there with me racking the bolt and paid the price.
Now I had three down, but would there be another? The rabbit is still pleading for help and I saw another coyote at 350 yds. I guess even suppressed there had been a little too much noise for this one. I was having a pretty shaky time getting steady enough for a 350 yd. try. The first shot was a miss. He ran parallel to me and stopped to figure out where the noise came from. Second shot connected but not solid enough to put him down. He ran a few more yds. and stopped again. I finally settled in enough to put him down. It was a good stand, and as the title says, “You gotta love it when a plan comes together.”
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