Wednesday afternoon I was getting antsy to get out and do some more calling/hunting. Most of the time I hunt alone, but today I felt like having some company. I called a friend of mine, who has exceptional game spotting eyes, to see if he wanted to go. He was game and we headed for the hills. On the first stand I was able to call this little female in. She came in really slow. By the way it was my partner that spotted her first. Glad I asked him to join me as I may not have seen her slinking in. Finally at 252 yards I couldn't take it anymore and I sent a bullet through the upper part of her shoulders. This happened right at 2pm. Who says you can't call coyotes in during the middle of the day? The next stand was dry although we saw quite a few coyotes way off in the distance, but none wanted to play the game. Towards the last hour of light I decided to try and get closer to some the coyotes we had seen earlier and go for one last stand before dark. It worked and I called a coyote in that my partner hit at 173 yards. Unfortunately the coyote hit the ground, got up and spun a couple times, then got its feet under it and took off. We never found it or even a drop of blood. I hate it when dead coyotes get up and run away like that!

Here's the one I killed. A combination of a light fresh snow and frost made for beautiful conditions. I love being out on days like this with calm wind.


I went back out the following morning (yesterday), but didn't have any luck. I kept fighting wind direction and direct sunlight. I just couldn't get things to gel right. So I called it quits after freezing my butt off for an hour. Later in the afternoon I decided to give it another whirl. As my partner (same partner as from the day before) and I were only about 20 yards away from setting up on a stand we jumped a coyote. She came boiling out of the brushy draw below us. I reached for my Harris bi-pod legs and extended them as I was lowering myself to the ground. As my butt hit the ground, I pushed the safety off and flipped my front scope cap open. All this while howling with my voice to try and stop the coyote. She ran to the top of the opposite side of ravine. She needed only one or two more steps and she would have been over the hill and home free. However she paused just for a moment at 315 yards to look back. That was all I needed, and I sent the little 50gr VMax on its way. Dropped her right on the spot. I've made much further shots before, but give the rushed circumstances I was darn happy with this shot. So the coyote the day before I killed coming in to the stand, and yesterday's coyote I shot while it was trying to go away. Hence the title of this thread, "Get'em Coming or Going".