We've been having a minor heat wave the past couple of weeks, so no time to fly the hawks and call coyotes before it gets too hot.
But this morning I gave the hawks the day off after they gorged on jackrabbit yesterday, so I packed up the new
Kelbly Atlas Tactical 22BR and went looking for coyotes.
It was nice and cool (48F), with no wind, when I set up my first stand 30 minutes before sunrise in the sagebrush/rabbitbrush/greasewood adjacent to an alfalfa pivot where I have seen quite a few coyotes lately. Within a few minutes of calling (FoxPro "nutty nuthatch") I had a coyote barking at me from 100-150 yards away. I turned the scope up to 10X and scanned for the coyote, but couldn't locate it in the thick greasewood. The coyote was on the move to the west, and clearly didn't intend to stop or come to the call.
I packed up and drove 3 miles to another spot where I have been running my dogs, and where there was a reasonable quantity of fresh coyote scat and tracks. Pulling into my parking spot I saw a coyote run out of the alfalfa pivot, across the 2-track, and into the sage. I set up my "stand-up-stand" in a patch of tall sage at the edge of a more open area of short, sparse greasewood.
I started softly with nutty nuthatch in case there was a coyote close by. Nothing showed up in the first couple of minutes, so I cranked up the volume. No go. I tried lightning jack (the loudest prey sound I have), but nobody was interested. Of course, no stand is complete without pup distress, and on the second cycle a coyote appeared at the edge of the opening about 275 yards out. Often coyotes will charge the call when playing pup distress, but this coyote was in no hurry. He kept small greasewood bushes between him and me, sticking his head around each bush to locate the source of the sound. When he stopped, facing me, 199 yards out, with just his head, neck, and top of chest showing, I decided not to wait any longer. I heard the 40gr NBT impact, and down he went. The bullet entered just to the right of center on his chest, breaking his left front leg and making a mess of his thoracic cavity. An adult male in his prime.
