Yes its a bit early for best quality fur but still worth taking. Yesterday anxiety won out and I just couldn't wait any longer. I have never been good at putting things off until someday and have been focused on filling orders and domestic chores for such a stretch now I just had to have a taste of what coming up with my hunting vacation.
Yesterday after catching up on all current orders it didn't at all take much prodding from Diesel my coyote hunting partner to load up in the little old red Dodge Dakota Diesels favorite truck to ride in and head up to one of our favorite local spots. Infact we went to the exact same spot where we started the season last year and even sat at the same sage bush.
If any of you remember last year I used an lovely old 1892 Winchester in 25-20 . Though we did have some action there last year we were unsuccessful in harvesting a fur. No fault to Diesel though because he in his way let me know he spotted one but I was unable to spot it until it was too late and the coyote had already achieved low flying missel status.
This years first attempt was almost an exact repeat of last years accept the final score was hunters - 1 coyotes -0. It was almost a Daysia Voo experience where everything was repeating itself. We sat at the same tall sage bush with the setting sun at our back. While I was setting up the stand putting the 1898 Springfield 22 hornet on the cross stick and laying out the ammo calls and binoculars Diesel wandered about sniffing out evidence . Once we were ready to settle in Diesel took up his regular hunting position of sitting tightly beside me slightly angling our gaze to a wide field of fire.
We both sat quietly for about half an hour without ever attempting to call. It was a beautiful warm late afternoon and immensely enjoyable to just be there but Diesel did request my left arm around him for his assurance that yes indeed he is my full fledged hunting partner. To be honest that reassuring hug may be more for my benefit than for his.
When the sun was directly behind our gaze and just about touching the ridge line we decided it was about time to call. With one of my favorite duck bill calls on a lanyard around my neck I gave maybe only about ten seconds of distress calling then stopped and we both sat totally focused.
It was probably about twenty minutes before Diesel gave me his nudge to let me know he saw something. My response to his heads up is always to look at his eyes to see where his gaze is because at this point in our process he is locked on. Once I know about where he is looking I watch the spot for movement. Sure enough it only took a few seconds and I spotted the typical movement of a fur ghost weaving through the sage as if floating. It stopped for a second for a look in our direction then when it moved again I shifted the cross sticks and drew the Springfield stock into my shoulder pointing in the direction of last sighting. Then the coyote emerged from the thick tall sage with its front half exposed and seemingly looked right down my barrel and maybe even squinted from looking right into the setting sun.
With everything ready all it took was a slight swing to get the cross hair of the old Weaver K-10 on the shoulder squeeze the set trigger then touch the firing trigger. The 48 grain cast bullet scored a perfect hit high at the point of the on side shoulder and exited low just behind the off side shoulder from the steep downward angle of the shot. At the shot the coyote swapped ends and made about 25 yards up the opposite side of the ravine before collapsing and rolling back to the bottom. A perfectly executed success which I hope is a good omen for the season.
The 22 hornet loaded with our NEI #2 bullet at 48gn on 12.5gn of WC-680 for about 2400 fps cracked and the coyote kind if cringed swapped ends and headed back where it came from. I knew from what I saw through the scope that it was a good hard hit and expected to see exactly what I saw in the coyote making about 25 yards up the other side of the ravine and collapsing and rolling back to the bottom. I did think it a little strange that the coyote did not stay in the cover of the sage in the ravine but tried to go up the steep other side that was devoid of cover and had 75 to 80 yards of open until there was again some sage cover. That was unusual as they almost always especially when hard hit will just stay in the cover and sneak away.
Anyway its our first of the new season and not what I expected. What I expected was a new pup from this year which are typically the first to harvest because of their lack of experience. This one though was a big and heavy older female one with experience and since it was the same exact spot with the same exact set up I cant help but wonder if this one didn't already experience me and Diesel one year ago only this time came out on the loosing end.
Yesterday after catching up on all current orders it didn't at all take much prodding from Diesel my coyote hunting partner to load up in the little old red Dodge Dakota Diesels favorite truck to ride in and head up to one of our favorite local spots. Infact we went to the exact same spot where we started the season last year and even sat at the same sage bush.
If any of you remember last year I used an lovely old 1892 Winchester in 25-20 . Though we did have some action there last year we were unsuccessful in harvesting a fur. No fault to Diesel though because he in his way let me know he spotted one but I was unable to spot it until it was too late and the coyote had already achieved low flying missel status.
This years first attempt was almost an exact repeat of last years accept the final score was hunters - 1 coyotes -0. It was almost a Daysia Voo experience where everything was repeating itself. We sat at the same tall sage bush with the setting sun at our back. While I was setting up the stand putting the 1898 Springfield 22 hornet on the cross stick and laying out the ammo calls and binoculars Diesel wandered about sniffing out evidence . Once we were ready to settle in Diesel took up his regular hunting position of sitting tightly beside me slightly angling our gaze to a wide field of fire.
We both sat quietly for about half an hour without ever attempting to call. It was a beautiful warm late afternoon and immensely enjoyable to just be there but Diesel did request my left arm around him for his assurance that yes indeed he is my full fledged hunting partner. To be honest that reassuring hug may be more for my benefit than for his.
When the sun was directly behind our gaze and just about touching the ridge line we decided it was about time to call. With one of my favorite duck bill calls on a lanyard around my neck I gave maybe only about ten seconds of distress calling then stopped and we both sat totally focused.
It was probably about twenty minutes before Diesel gave me his nudge to let me know he saw something. My response to his heads up is always to look at his eyes to see where his gaze is because at this point in our process he is locked on. Once I know about where he is looking I watch the spot for movement. Sure enough it only took a few seconds and I spotted the typical movement of a fur ghost weaving through the sage as if floating. It stopped for a second for a look in our direction then when it moved again I shifted the cross sticks and drew the Springfield stock into my shoulder pointing in the direction of last sighting. Then the coyote emerged from the thick tall sage with its front half exposed and seemingly looked right down my barrel and maybe even squinted from looking right into the setting sun.
With everything ready all it took was a slight swing to get the cross hair of the old Weaver K-10 on the shoulder squeeze the set trigger then touch the firing trigger. The 48 grain cast bullet scored a perfect hit high at the point of the on side shoulder and exited low just behind the off side shoulder from the steep downward angle of the shot. At the shot the coyote swapped ends and made about 25 yards up the opposite side of the ravine before collapsing and rolling back to the bottom. A perfectly executed success which I hope is a good omen for the season.
The 22 hornet loaded with our NEI #2 bullet at 48gn on 12.5gn of WC-680 for about 2400 fps cracked and the coyote kind if cringed swapped ends and headed back where it came from. I knew from what I saw through the scope that it was a good hard hit and expected to see exactly what I saw in the coyote making about 25 yards up the other side of the ravine and collapsing and rolling back to the bottom. I did think it a little strange that the coyote did not stay in the cover of the sage in the ravine but tried to go up the steep other side that was devoid of cover and had 75 to 80 yards of open until there was again some sage cover. That was unusual as they almost always especially when hard hit will just stay in the cover and sneak away.
Anyway its our first of the new season and not what I expected. What I expected was a new pup from this year which are typically the first to harvest because of their lack of experience. This one though was a big and heavy older female one with experience and since it was the same exact spot with the same exact set up I cant help but wonder if this one didn't already experience me and Diesel one year ago only this time came out on the loosing end.