Post by gunsetc on Mar 2, 2004 22:15:59 GMT -5
My son, Steven, and I went out this evening,after work to a large ranch east of Andrews. Didn't have much time, plus it was looking like rain, misting fairly heavily. On our second stand, we were overlooking a large draw, facing west, with brush to our backs. There was almost no wind, just heavy mist. I blew a lone howl on my CritrCall Magnum, then Steven followed with some pup ki-yi's. Just as he really got into his first series, a big male coyote almost ran into his lap, from the northeast. I didn't really see the dog until I heard Steven thrash in his bush. It was great! The dog didn't spook, just trotted out in front of Steven, looking back at him. I could barely stifle cracking up. Steven was turned the wrong way with his rifle and afraid to move. I could have shot the dog easily (if I could quit shaking with laughter), but finally took mercy on Steven and squeezed my squeaker; the dog looked at me and Steven shot him. I guess it loses a lot in translation, but it was very funny. I guess you just had to be there.
By then, we, and all our stuff was soaked, so we packed it in. I guess this was the first coyote we've gotten in the almost-rain. Later,
Bob
(gunsetc)
By then, we, and all our stuff was soaked, so we packed it in. I guess this was the first coyote we've gotten in the almost-rain. Later,
Bob
(gunsetc)
