The Sherry Road coyote hunt

Only had time today for one stand.Decided to try the spot that I called in and killed a single male a few weeks back.That was the first time I tried that spot,and figured it was worth another shot.The wind had died down since yesterday,with a front moving in tonight.Again,I sat with my back to the north,with the wind coming from the SW.Looking out into this logged out select cut type of a ravine.

I started the stand with a high pitched lone howl,with my homemade howler.Then went silent,scanning the area,looking for movement.It was nice.The wind was pretty much nil,the sun was low,behind a few scattered clouds.

After a few minutes,and detecting zero movement of any incoming,I decided to let out a short series of loud kiyi's,and left it echo through the hardwoods.After a few seconds,I thought I seen movement to my left,beyond the slight rise in front of me.So,I watched for a minute or two,searching out every little shape,and shadow,looking for anything that might belong to a coyote.NOTHIN.

So I'm into about the 10 minute mark of the stand,and give out a short series of bunny screams on my carlton critter call for about 15 sec.

Just as I pulled the call from my lips,a blur of fur is coming in hard along the right side of the slight rise just to my left,in front of me.Then to my hard left,in my periphial vision,I catch another blur of fur coming up the slight rise next to me.I could hear their feet falling as they hit the shallow snow on frozen ground.It was time to do or die,and I wasn't about to die.I knew the second I throw my rifle up,the charger to the left was gonna see me,there was nothing blocking his view,so decide,to wait a second until the front charger got behind a tree,figuring she wouldn't know what was happening until she woke up dead.

As the nose of the 12 O'clock dog was vanishing behind a maple,I brought my rifle up.As I did,the hard charging dog to the left,who was about 10yds away,caught me and swapped ends,almost skiddin' sideways and kickin' up snow.At that instant the charger to my front,locked em' up,and swung her head in the direction of her fleeing accomplice,trying to access what just happend.She had stopped behind the tree,but not soon enough,for her head and neck were exposed at a mere 15 paces from the end of my .243,which a milli second later,barked,and left her lying on the snow,with her tail doing a few twitches of her last dance.The .243 hit her at mid neck,but couldn't do the deed when she swung around on the fleeing witness who wasted no time putting on the distance,to where coyotes go at times like this.