THE WEATHER FINALLY BROKE SATURDAY MORNING. I TRIED TO HUNT FRIDAY INTO SATURDAY BUT THE CONDITIONS WERENT FIT FOR MAN NOR BEAST. IT'S THE BIGGEST ORGANIZED COYOTE HUNT, PROBABLY IN THE COUNRTY. I'VE COME CLOSE TO KILLING A COYOTE FOR THE LAST FOUR OR FIVE YEARS DURING THE HUNT. TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT. IT'S 12:30 AND I HAVE ALREADY WALKED CLOSE TO 3 MILES. I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY FRESH COYOTE SIGN. THE SETTING IS A SIDE HILL SO THICK YOU CAN HARDY GET THROUGH IT. I'M SITTING AT THE END OF THE HILL LOOKING INTO THE THICK STUFF. I LEFT MY HOT SEAT IN MY BUDDY'S TRUCK SO I'M HUNKERED AGAINST A GROUP OF TREES. I START TO CALL ON A RABBIT IN DISTRESS CALL. LESS THAN A MINUTE INTO IT I HEAR THE BRUSH CRACKING, I CATCH SOME MOVEMENT, AND MUCH TO MY SURPRISE THERE'S A COYOTE. IT'S ABOUT 80 YARDS LOOKING MY WAY. I PULL UP, SQUEEZE THE TRIGGER, AND THE COYOTE FLIPS BACK. I THOUGHT THE DEAL WAS SEALED, IT WAS'NT. I GET DOWN THERE FAST AS POSSIBLE, ALL I FIND IS A SMALL AMOUNT OF HAIR AND ONE SMALL DROP OF BLOOD. I TRACKED IT FOR ABOUT 300 YARDS, NOTHING! TALK ABOUT DEVISTATION, I HUNT PREDATORS ALOT AND TO MISS DURING THR COYOTE HUNT IS UNIMAGINABLE. I JUST BLEW IT OR SO I THOUGHT. MY ANXIETY LEVEL WAS AT AN ALL TIME HIGH. I CALLED MY HUNTING BUDDY AND TOLD HIM THE STORY. WE MADE PLANS TO HUNT ONE OF HIS HOT SPOTS IN THE AFTERNOON. IT'S 5:10, IT'S OUR THIRD SET UP, I START CALLING AND UNBELIEVIBLY HERE COMES MRS. COYOTE. I BLEW HER A KISS TO STOP HER, MY 22-250 CRACKED AND THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE. TWO COYOTES CALLED IN IN ONE DAY DURING THE COYOTE HUNT,WHAT A DAY! THIS DAY WENT FROM THE MOST DEVASTATING DAY OF MY HUNTING CAREER TO THE BEST DAY WITHIN HOURS. I WAS NUMER 100 TO TURN A COYOTE IN AT MOSQUITO CREEK OUT OF 177. SHE WAIGHED 35.95 POUNDS.
