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Coyote Story « Thread Started on Jan 10, 2008, 3:12pm »
I've had a hard time getting to trap this year as my pitiful plights have been written up on this site. To top it off I was flooded out the other day. But I had a very interesting thing happen as I approached my last set...
I had set a cable restraint on the edge of a field where a trail entered from the now flooded creek. It was set about seventy-five yards off the road behind a point of timber so I had to shag my crippled, slightly heavy hillbilly butt back to it. Even though I had caught a couple of critters I was pretty depressed about the possible loss of traps, and needless to say my heart wasn't in the deal. I left the truck with nothing but my trusty .22 rifle- no catch stick or camera (which I normally pack to cover all possibilities).
Just as I rounded the point of woods I saw a coyote coming right at me, with another one about thirty yards behind him. The farthest dog saw me before I saw him and spli right NOW, and the closest saw me, oh, maybe a half second later. I had no more than tightened up my grip on the rifle (that I was holding down at my side, the firing pin resting on an empty case) when he ran TOWARDS me about ten feet. His reasoning (I reckon) was that he wanted to be on a trail that wound thru the thick brush bordering the creek.
The same trail my cable restraint was planted on.
The coyote dove into the woods where my trap was waiting, and my breath caught in my throat as he ran right into the carefully-hidden restraint. And that's when he ran right over it, and bailed off over the creek bank, where I hope he got very wet.
Ya'll didn't think I was going to say he got caught in the CR, did you?
As a consolation prize, I cranked the bolt on my old .22, chambering a long rifle hollow point. The second song dog was about eighty yards away and leaving fast, but making a semi-circle to my right. I raise the old Remington, gave him about a foot overage, and probably led him eight feet or so. I squeezed the trigger as I swung the gun as well as I ever have, my predatory instinct kicking into overdrive. The .22's bark was diminutive compared to my 'yote gun of choice, the .204 (heck, I'd a lot rather have had my .17 HMR for this shot). It felt like a good shot... except that I missed. I have no idea where the shot went, and even though I probably could have cranked off two, or even three more shots at the rapidly progressing puppy, that's never been my style.
Y'all didn't think I was going to tell you I made a running shot on a coyote at ninety yards with an open-sighted .22, did you?
There was this rabbit once 'tho. I jumped him, and he stopped at an honest to goodness (with witnesses) eighty yards. I took a deep breath while slipping the safety off of my trusty old .22 Remington bolt-action...
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Re: Coyote Story « Reply #5 on Jan 11, 2008, 1:15pm »
Thanks guys- it's been such a bummer of a season so far that ANYTHING that happens as interesting as this is a major plus for me.
Maybe the funniest part was how I probably looked after this happened. I simply continued walking towards the CR like nothing happened, I mean no reaction at all. The landowner witnessed this from about a quarter mile away (although he didn't know what exactly had taken place) and he said that coyote was hung up in the fence behind me for as long as a minute or more- so long that he actually stopped to rest for a few seconds before a final lunge got him thru. I guess I could have easily taken him if I'd just been looking. I must have put a real spook into him!
The CR was knocked sideways. I'll bet he missed puttin' his nose in it by just a few inches, and maybe most of that was more windage. I had a stick laid across the trail above and behind the set to deter deer, and I think he steered clear of it because of his speed. In a way I'm glad he missed it because it would have been a hard tale to tell otherwise.