09/30/2006
Today was no different than any other calling session that I had made in the past 10+ years, except that I had a chance to
hunt again with my Father. And show him how a live decoy works.
We started off the morning at one stand just before sun up, but decided it was just a bad location because of the wind. So I
drove to another spot about 6 miles away that I knew there was a den earlier in the year. We stopped by the landowners’
house to ask permission on the land. The only person available was the ranchers’ wife, so she called her husband to ask
permission. He said sure, “as long as you take them all.”
All we had to work with was ¾ of a section of horse grazing land. But, I already knew where the den was so after permission
was granted, we drove to a low dip and parked the car and started the walk into the area.
We snuck up to a small saddle between two rock piles and lay down and glassed for a few minutes. We ended up about 400
yards from the den to the southeast.
Mean while Cody my dog was running all over the place, off to my left and down the hill. I let loose a rabbit in distress; after a
minute of this poor rabbit getting attacked I let up. Waiting to see what was close, nothing showed up so after 5 minutes
more glassing, I let loose more blood curdling rabbit in distress. I called for about 4 or 5 minutes and ended up putting that
darn rabbit down. Then all of a sudden from my left comes a large coyote from out of nowhere, Cody starts barking and
becomes aggressive. The coyote was mad at the new intruder and was completely locked on to Cody, both had teeth bearing
and guard hairs standing on end. Then another one comes over the hill. All the while this is happening in a shallow draw that I
couldn’t see a bit, the dogs scrapped for a bit and circled back around to where I could get a great broad side shot at around
35 yards. I took the shot, Whap!!! Seeing that he was down I went after the other. He was running straight away for more
than 400yards. I gave a few deep barks to see if he would stop at 400, sure enough he stops and looks back to find his
buddy, little did he know that a 155g bullet was on its way. Whap!!! It hits him low and back. I had forgotten to compensate
for the slight wind. The coyote takes off down a draw. I tell my father to just stay tight to watch if another pops over the hill or
the wounded one doubles back.
Cody and I walk down to the area that I had thought would be a good spot to start the search. Sure enough she hits the trail
and takes off; by this time I’m walking as quickly as I can to keep up. She tracked him for maybe 300 yards around the draw
and to a side hill. At this time I was about 75 yards or so from the coyote laying down, so I bring the rifle up to see if he was
still living. He looked down until the Cody gets about 15 yards way and the coyote jumps back up and takes off and the
chase is on once again. Cody was right on his heals. She looks back at me and sees that I’m not keeping up and decides to
come the 200 yards back to me. Once she came back I told her to, “Go get ‘em”, I barely got that out and she went back to
where she left and tracked for another 100 yards around a small bend. She was darting in and around a clump of brush the
size of a car constantly barking and dancing until I caught up. While she is barking and going in circles I call her off and take
the shot. Now the fun drops off and the work begins. I had started off in the NW quarter of the section and was now in the far
SW quarter almost off the property. I started dragging the coyote back to the section line road, once there I dropped
everything, I was beat, but it was a double and they don’t come around very often so I was happy not to leave any wise
coyotes.
After the whole thing was over my dad says to me “what the hell, you bring me out calling and don’t even let me shoot”. All I
could do was laugh. But it was great hunt and great time spent with my Father. That is really what it is all about anyhow,
good times and good memories.
After the hunt we return to the farmhouse to talk with the wife again and show here what we had gotten. She was very happy
and told me to come back again the next day to talk with her husband. The next day I went back and talked to the gentleman
about coyotes. He then gives me permission to hunt on his property any time I want.
The morals to this story are; be courteous and ask permission and show the landowners what you take communication is
key, because it will open a lot of new gates. And last but not least have fun creating memories. Happy Hunting, Dean J.
Today was no different than any other calling session that I had made in the past 10+ years, except that I had a chance to
hunt again with my Father. And show him how a live decoy works.
We started off the morning at one stand just before sun up, but decided it was just a bad location because of the wind. So I
drove to another spot about 6 miles away that I knew there was a den earlier in the year. We stopped by the landowners’
house to ask permission on the land. The only person available was the ranchers’ wife, so she called her husband to ask
permission. He said sure, “as long as you take them all.”
All we had to work with was ¾ of a section of horse grazing land. But, I already knew where the den was so after permission
was granted, we drove to a low dip and parked the car and started the walk into the area.
We snuck up to a small saddle between two rock piles and lay down and glassed for a few minutes. We ended up about 400
yards from the den to the southeast.
Mean while Cody my dog was running all over the place, off to my left and down the hill. I let loose a rabbit in distress; after a
minute of this poor rabbit getting attacked I let up. Waiting to see what was close, nothing showed up so after 5 minutes
more glassing, I let loose more blood curdling rabbit in distress. I called for about 4 or 5 minutes and ended up putting that
darn rabbit down. Then all of a sudden from my left comes a large coyote from out of nowhere, Cody starts barking and
becomes aggressive. The coyote was mad at the new intruder and was completely locked on to Cody, both had teeth bearing
and guard hairs standing on end. Then another one comes over the hill. All the while this is happening in a shallow draw that I
couldn’t see a bit, the dogs scrapped for a bit and circled back around to where I could get a great broad side shot at around
35 yards. I took the shot, Whap!!! Seeing that he was down I went after the other. He was running straight away for more
than 400yards. I gave a few deep barks to see if he would stop at 400, sure enough he stops and looks back to find his
buddy, little did he know that a 155g bullet was on its way. Whap!!! It hits him low and back. I had forgotten to compensate
for the slight wind. The coyote takes off down a draw. I tell my father to just stay tight to watch if another pops over the hill or
the wounded one doubles back.
Cody and I walk down to the area that I had thought would be a good spot to start the search. Sure enough she hits the trail
and takes off; by this time I’m walking as quickly as I can to keep up. She tracked him for maybe 300 yards around the draw
and to a side hill. At this time I was about 75 yards or so from the coyote laying down, so I bring the rifle up to see if he was
still living. He looked down until the Cody gets about 15 yards way and the coyote jumps back up and takes off and the
chase is on once again. Cody was right on his heals. She looks back at me and sees that I’m not keeping up and decides to
come the 200 yards back to me. Once she came back I told her to, “Go get ‘em”, I barely got that out and she went back to
where she left and tracked for another 100 yards around a small bend. She was darting in and around a clump of brush the
size of a car constantly barking and dancing until I caught up. While she is barking and going in circles I call her off and take
the shot. Now the fun drops off and the work begins. I had started off in the NW quarter of the section and was now in the far
SW quarter almost off the property. I started dragging the coyote back to the section line road, once there I dropped
everything, I was beat, but it was a double and they don’t come around very often so I was happy not to leave any wise
coyotes.
After the whole thing was over my dad says to me “what the hell, you bring me out calling and don’t even let me shoot”. All I
could do was laugh. But it was great hunt and great time spent with my Father. That is really what it is all about anyhow,
good times and good memories.
After the hunt we return to the farmhouse to talk with the wife again and show here what we had gotten. She was very happy
and told me to come back again the next day to talk with her husband. The next day I went back and talked to the gentleman
about coyotes. He then gives me permission to hunt on his property any time I want.
The morals to this story are; be courteous and ask permission and show the landowners what you take communication is
key, because it will open a lot of new gates. And last but not least have fun creating memories. Happy Hunting, Dean J.
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