New Benelli MRl Is Varmint-Hunting Ready
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| The Hay-Yard Coyote<br />
I'd hear yipping in the pre-dawn<br />
light whenever I tried to set up<br />
on the coyotes, but they would<br />
never show up at sunrise. Even<br />
when I moved deeper into their<br />
territory for surprise setups I'd<br />
lie greeted with silence or<br />
suspicious stares from coyotes<br />
glaring at me from beyond<br />
high-percentage shooting range.<br />
Any retreats were led by a<br />
light-colored coyote.<br />
Despite discouragement, I was<br />
gathering intelligence. I knew<br />
the coyotes liked to hunt along<br />
a small riparian zone (river bank<br />
area), occasionally bedding in<br />
the thickets when the weather<br />
was blustery, but on sunny<br />
days they'd retreat into distant<br />
pastures to bed well beyond the<br />
Sometimes calling in an old, educated<br />
yote isn't an option. In a last-ditch effort<br />
the author employed spot-and-stalk<br />
techniques to put the ol' dog down.<br />
bustle of the lowland agricultural buzz. With the forecast for wind<br />
and snow squalls I opted for an early-morning setup and instead of<br />
arriving at dawn I set my alarm for a jump start to sneak in under<br />
cover of darkness.<br />
My destination was a hay yard brimming with stacks of large round<br />
bales. In the dark I silently crawled to the top of a pile, propped my<br />
rille on its Harris bipod, then napped until shooting light arrived.<br />
My plan was loosely set, but I was squarely in the travel route of the<br />
coyotes and I'd use rodent squeaking, not blaring distress, to pique<br />
the curiosity of any coyote within earshot. With my elevated perch I<br />
had ample visibility to tip over any coyote approaching.<br />
Shooting light had arrived when, to my astonishment, a coyote<br />
had mimicked my plan. In a haystack not 80 yards away a frostcovered<br />
coyote stood, stretched and looked around. I slowly swung<br />
my rille towards the target, checked light levels and dropped it before<br />
it could leap from the stack. At the report two other napping coyotes,<br />
one light in color, bailed from the hay yard and dashed to thick<br />
cover before I could make it a double morning.<br />
Lesson learned: Hunt travel routes when coyotes ignore distress calls or<br />
coyote vocalizations.<br />
I The Loud Mouth<br />
Twice prior I'd sat in this<br />
long draw trying to call in a<br />
coyote using subdued coyote<br />
vocalizations. Twice before a<br />
hoarse, deep-sounding coyote<br />
answered aggressively, but<br />
would never close the distance.<br />
It conversed from the rim<br />
of a rugged canyon offering<br />
the perfect escape hatch to<br />
disappear in a flash. Halfway<br />
through the winter I decided<br />
to try the draw again and<br />
without disappointment the<br />
deep-toned coyote answered<br />
my howls. This time I shut<br />
up and waited, but as before,<br />
he was a no-show. Instead<br />
of moving on to greener<br />
coyote-calling pastures, I had<br />
the crazy notion of trying to<br />
spot and stalk this antisocial<br />
canine.<br />
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Using terrain, I kept low and moved toward the canyon<br />
rim. It was a risky move since I surmised the coyote was<br />
likely bedded high and on alert. Hopefully it was busy<br />
hunting. When I reached the mesa near the canyon rim 1<br />
kept low and crawled to a nearby yucca plant to camouflage<br />
my surveillance. I was in the motion of pulling my Nikon<br />
binocular out to glass when I spotted a coyote peering at me<br />
from the other side of the small mesa. It had seen me, but<br />
wasn't sure of the threat. To get a clean shot I had to crawl<br />
another 10 yards to a small rise. Staying low on my belly and<br />
pushing my rifle ahead, I inched forward with the coyote<br />
clearly watching my slithering backside.<br />
I knew it was a long shot, but when I edged up the coyote<br />
was still there, but now he was obviously leery and slinking<br />
away. I barked to stop the coyote and it looked over its<br />
back for a now or never moment. My .204 cracked and the<br />
coyote took off. Had I missed? Rushing over to the location I<br />
immediately spotted blood and a short trailing job revealed a<br />
giant male coyote crashed permanently in a thicket.<br />
Lesson learned: You can spot and stalk coyotes, but it takes a slow,<br />
invisible approach to get within rifle range.<br />
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