So the next morning I decided to sit that same stand again, and it was a rather slow morning... not a lot going on. I had seen a couple of my "regulars" come in. This set up is near a large dirt tank. I have a bit corn feeder up above the tank that is about a hunert yards from the tower stand. Have a Krivoman blind set up on that feeder. There's no pen or anything, just a feeder. Got that one set up so when I take my grandsons (8 and 10 years old), we have a blind that is comfortable and big enough for all three of us. I also bow hunt it when I want to actually kill something myself...
180 degrees from that, I have another feeder set up that is a large cattle panel pen with both a corn feeder and cottonseed feeders in it. That sucker is a deer magnet. Well I was looking back Northeast toward the feeder pen and slowly turned to look back toward the tank and other feeder when I saw not one, not 2, not 3 but FOUR coyotes out running around in that same opening where I'd shot the other two the evening before...
I quickly scrambled to get in position again hoping to do a repeat of last night. To this very moment, I don't have a clue why that particular little opening was so attractive for the coyotes to hang out and rip and romp like a bunch of back yard pups, but none the less there they were... I quickly got dialed in on a large one and began to follow him around with the rifle waiting for another clear shot. They were all about the same distance out, right at 250 yards. After about 2 or 3 minutes of swinging back and forth on the same yote, he ran completely out of the opening and back into the brush near the tank, so I acquired a second target nearby and began to follow him. Almost instantly, he stopped and another one trotted across behind him, BOOM!! I shot quick trying to "do it again"... No such luck! Heck, I missed 'em both!!
The rest of the coyotes seemed to be oblivious to my shot and were out running around the opposite side of the opening so I got lined up on another one and dropped him where he stood, got lined up on a third one and hit him a bit back spinning him around. He went down but almost immediately came back up and took a nose dive into the brush. I was so excited and pumped looking for another target that it took me a minute or two to calm down. Again, I was shakin' like I'd just kilt me a big ol' buck... I guess that's why I do it. Anyway, the rest of the hunt was rather quiet. After shooting up the woods so to speak, I didn't see but one more small yearling buck at the cottonseed inside the feed pen.
I climbed down and went out to inspect my kills. I found the one yote lying right where he had hit the dirt, a good hit in the neck right where I was aiming... Man I love this gun! The other one however that was trotting when I shot him, was nowhere to be found. I probably could have tracked him down because he was leaving a pretty good trail, but it went into some really thick stuff full of cactus and mesquite/huisache, and not somewhere I wanted to crawl through so I just chalked him up as a "kill" but not "recovered"... Still it was a great hunt, but my money saving advantage went out the door with that rushed shot/miss!!
Oh Maggie the Wonder Dog had to ham it up a bit... She's a camera hound besides being a great retriever and tracker... If you look close, you can even see the "smirk" on her face...
Congrats. I had that same type opportunity once and passed it up because I didn’t want to spook any big buck that might be about to make an appearance. Hi still kick myself for not taking that shot!!!
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