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Post by foxhunter on Feb 6, 2004 5:15:57 GMT -5
i had an employee who had a pet coyote, he had raised it from before its eyes were open. it was one of the most people loving critters you could imagine. nothing came within its space in the back yard and survived. i actually saw it jump 10 feet into the air and grab a bird in mid flight. the only reason i mention this was a friend was harassing me telling me how much smarter and better a coyote hunter he was than i. arrangements were made to spend a little time in the back yard with the coyote. the dogs owner videotaped me sitting in a bush calling, all of a sudden this coyote shows up with a rubber ducky in its mouth and keeps poking me with it trying to get me to take it and play ball with it. i promptly took it and pitched it away, going back to calling like nothing had happened. the coyote promptly returned and began poking me with the rubber ducky again. finally, disgusted with the whole set up i collected my things. turning to the camera and muttered something to the effect of " how is a man supposed to call a fox if these darn coyotes won't leave you alone. i mailed a copy of the tape to my friend, i got an immediate call. something to what the f&$k was that and how did i pull that off, to this day i have never explained and he has neve told me how much better he is than me.
bobd
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slammy
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Post by slammy on Feb 6, 2004 10:04:33 GMT -5
That's funny. Great trick. I would have loved to see the look on his face.
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Post by Byron South on Feb 6, 2004 11:00:22 GMT -5
How much do you want for the video? How fast can you send it? I would love to have something like that on video. A friend sent me a clip of a guy calling a coyote from inside the truck. The coyote runs all the way around the truck. Jumps up on the cab and crawls in the window to his lap. When I hunted with Jay Nissteter and Rich Higgins this year they had intentions of pulling a prank on me. Lucky for me the conditions were never right for it to work. They told me when we went on the ranch that the rancher had a sheep dog that looks like a coyote and to be careful not to shoot him. Thaey were setting me up I later found out. They had a collar made and had intentions of putting it on a coyote I shot. Luck would have it I got to the coyotes before they did. They were lots of fun to hunt with. Here is a picture of the collar on a coyote. The tag reads "I am a sheep dog you twit" I 've pulled a few of my own, like howling real load when I get somebody dozing off, unloading a friends gun and not telling him, when he hands it to me while climbing a fence. Lots of Fun Byron ;D
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Post by foxhunter on Feb 6, 2004 14:16:15 GMT -5
byron, haven't seen the video since i moved. that was seven years ago. tried to contact the fellow who shot it . last anyone heard he had been arrested for vagrancy and put in jail. if i run across it i'll send it your way.
bob
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Post by pyledriver on Feb 6, 2004 14:44:47 GMT -5
I'm already laughing... A couple years ago we took a buddy of mine pig hunting. It was his first time to hunt anything larger than ducks, and he'd already heard LOTS of stories about pigs. There were 4 of us walking out of a little slough after dark. I'd already made a show of telling these guys that in 'this particular area you sometimes accidentally walk up on pigs which really pisses 'em off'..yada yada yada. ;D Well the 'new guy' was wound up tighter than a 3 dollar watch looking for pigs to come charging out of every bush. He couldn't see me in the blackness there...so I took out a pig squealer and blew that thing for all it was worth!! Poor guy nearly messed himself trying to jump and figure out which way to run while groping for a flashlight and climbing the nearest tree! ;D Now I know that was bad.....but he did forgive me and the other guys that were in on it. I'm just a bit worried about that payback thing though!
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buzzsaw
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Post by buzzsaw on Feb 6, 2004 22:12:31 GMT -5
Ok this is a long story but I'll try to get it all in. I was a rookie deputy sheriif. I took my sergeant and another Deputy to my lease in east Texas. The lease was rather large and we had a camp jeep to get around the thick parts. First night I take my sgt. to a location that did not require the jeep so we droped him off first. I then took the jeep and other deputy clear across the lease. Placing the other hunter in a tree stand and told him that if thing went as normal the deer should come out about twenty min. before dark. I then drove off and went to my stand. Sure enough about dark I heard a shot. So I drove back and theres the deputy with a very nice eight point. So we put the deer in the back of the jeep and drive back to camp. Now comes the tail. Since our Sergeant hadn't seen our heard the shot. Our story was to be that as we were driving back to camp the deer ran out in frount of the jeep and I hit it. Then the other deputy jumped out and shot the deer. We drove the jeep back to camp and parked the jeep so that when we would drive back in with our Sgt. he would see the deer. We get into my blazer and drive across the camp and picked him up. Of course he asked if we killed any thing. All we said was yes, we killed a buck. Nothing more was said untill we got closer to camp, and our answer was the same we killed a buck. By now it was dark and as we turned into camp the head lights shined on the back of the jeep and of course the eight point. The three of us hung up the deer and began to clean it. Our Sgt. being the pro that he was would get us seperated from each other and ask how had the deer been killed. So we would tell him the same simple story. I was driving the jeep down the trail the deer jumped out in front of us and I struck it with the jeep and the other one shot it. After the cleaning choors were completed we drove to another deer camp for dinner with a couple of other deputies and there father. Ok Our Sgt was deff as a post with out his hearing aids and he refused to wear them. We arrive at the other camp for dinner and what does our beloved Sgt. do. He has to go and tell ever one our story. In the mean time we are confessing or sins to ever one, but the Sgt. he can't hear a thing we are saying. No one is telling him any different. When every one returnes to work, guess what in the middle of the shift breifing the story starts again. After every one falls on the floor we are finally forced to confess.
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