Well, My dad wanted to sneak out for an afternoon of grouse hunting which sounded like some fun, But definately also a chance for me to peel off after some coyotes!.. After a few hours of walking for grouse we picked up our last bird for our limit. The winds were pretty dang high but I definately knew I could still trick a coyote if I could sneak into his living room.. I pointed out some pasture to my dad were I would like to call.. Its definately nice hunting with my dad, mainly because its like a personal taxi

, he will take me from stand to stand and be perfectly content to sit in the truck on his blackberry

.. He drops me off and into the pasture I go.. I have never called this area but it look veryyyy promising... I set up on a knoll overlooking rolling pasture with some cows grazing.. In one word... Perfect..
I hit the rabbit in distress and not 10 seconds in a coyotes is BOMBING his way directly at me.. I readied my .243 and gave him a " yip... yip.... yip... HEY.... HEY YOU... STOP...." This coyote was on a mission... I quickly turned my scope down to its lowest power and took an instinctive running shot..... at 7 yards.

.. the bullet hit perfect and the coyote was sent into a series of cartwheels up to the base of the foxpro..

.. I forgot how awsome it was to see a pale dog coming across a pasture right to my call.. nothing like it.. Bring on another season!
