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<blockquote data-quote="Firecat" data-source="post: 426903" data-attributes="member: 22600"><p>We were scouting deer early this summer. On top of our mountain there are some very large flats and meadows called Midway. They are long and wide surrounded with pines and quakies. The first trip was on a Thursday. While stopping off of the main hiway to glass for some bucks and bulls a coyote works his way out in the flat. He mouses his way to within 65 yards or so and could have cared less that we were watching. Thoroughly annoyed because a fawn eater was taunting us without our rifles we finish the night out and head for home. The following Saturday finds me headed back up the mountain with my optics and rifle for good measure. Yeah like he will be there twice!! We pull up to the spot we seen him two nights before and I'll be darned if he wasn't out in the middle of the flat mousing again. All grins I jump out of the truck shucking a shell simultaneously. He is 200 yards. I pull a rest off the back of my pickup and haze him. Hard! I forgot that I had just cleaned my rifle and hadn't given it a fouling shot yet. The coyote trots away from us and sinks into a depression midway across Midway. Ha ha. While hes out of sight I get my spotting scope tripod up for a rest just in time for him to come out the depression working for the trees. My brother spotted him first and barks at him to get him stopped. This all happens before Im ready and because the dog stopped I couldn't pick him out. When he begins moving again I get on him trotting quartering away. Giving it just a touch of English I squeezed the trigger. The recoil takes me off picture but the report of my bullet was undeniable. The Swift had struck again! I looked at my brother and he confirmed the assumption with his silver dollar sized eyes. When we ranged him he was at 384 yards. Not bad for a country boy with a shaky rest.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Firecat, post: 426903, member: 22600"] We were scouting deer early this summer. On top of our mountain there are some very large flats and meadows called Midway. They are long and wide surrounded with pines and quakies. The first trip was on a Thursday. While stopping off of the main hiway to glass for some bucks and bulls a coyote works his way out in the flat. He mouses his way to within 65 yards or so and could have cared less that we were watching. Thoroughly annoyed because a fawn eater was taunting us without our rifles we finish the night out and head for home. The following Saturday finds me headed back up the mountain with my optics and rifle for good measure. Yeah like he will be there twice!! We pull up to the spot we seen him two nights before and I'll be darned if he wasn't out in the middle of the flat mousing again. All grins I jump out of the truck shucking a shell simultaneously. He is 200 yards. I pull a rest off the back of my pickup and haze him. Hard! I forgot that I had just cleaned my rifle and hadn't given it a fouling shot yet. The coyote trots away from us and sinks into a depression midway across Midway. Ha ha. While hes out of sight I get my spotting scope tripod up for a rest just in time for him to come out the depression working for the trees. My brother spotted him first and barks at him to get him stopped. This all happens before Im ready and because the dog stopped I couldn't pick him out. When he begins moving again I get on him trotting quartering away. Giving it just a touch of English I squeezed the trigger. The recoil takes me off picture but the report of my bullet was undeniable. The Swift had struck again! I looked at my brother and he confirmed the assumption with his silver dollar sized eyes. When we ranged him he was at 384 yards. Not bad for a country boy with a shaky rest. [/QUOTE]
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