It was time. The wind was perfect, and the morning air read 37 degrees. As I pulled my freshly washed scent-free camo from the dryer I couldn’t help but fantasize of the hunt to come. After parking my truck by a cattle gate, I threw my rifle over my shoulder and quietly slid between the barbed wire fence. I then cautiously made my way to the top of a hill where I rested my back against a lone tree.
This particular tree sat on the highest point of the property and I figured it would be a good vantage point, allowing me to see a coyote coming from a good quarter mile. At first light I pulled my range finder from my pocket and quickly marked distances: pond bank 100 yds, edge of CRP 250 yds, tree line 375yds. With a slight cool breeze in my face I let out a single young female howl. Almost instantaneously four coyotes flew out of the tall CRP grass to investigate the female intruder. I slowly raised my Remington tactical topped with a Nikon 6x18 mil-dot scope and brought the lead coyote into focus just as it passed the pond dam. With a swift “Wooof!” all four coyote stopped dead in their tracks and stared in my direction. I slowly squeezed the trigger and watched the lead yote take a dirt nap eighty yards from where I was sitting.
I quickly grabbed my howler and began a series of pup distress sounds that slowed one of the fleeing coyotes to a bouncing halt at the edge of the CRP. “Boom…pop!” My second shot hit its mark, causing the coyotes’ feet to shoot out from under him. Turning to my left, I spotted a third coyote dust trailing straight away from me towards the distant timber. Holding half a mil-dot high I sent a 55 grain ballistic tipped prayer his way and surprisingly watched him do an end over end somersault.
Within fifteen minutes after sitting down I had three coyotes dead in the field at the blow of a single howl. At that moment all of the prep work and scouting I had done the week before tremendously paid off. Getting to know an area and keeping tabs on coyote activity can play a huge role in predator hunting success.
Heath Baker's biggest passion is predator hunting, and he would do it every day if he could. He reloads all of his own ammunition and loves to tinker with guns of all shapes and sizes. Heath is working towards his degree in Administrative Social Work. He is originally from Nevada, Missouri, a small town in southwest Missouri consisting of about 8500 people. Heath loves to write, and has taken creative writing courses in college.
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