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I guess I should share with you my kitty call for coyotes. I have a Taser gun for work and it works wonders when coupled with a cat for calling coyotes.

Shoot the cat with the dart and let him run on the 40' cord. Anytime you wanna make a call, just press the button and it sends 50,000 volts through the cat.

Great sounds and action that coyotes cannot resist.

And you get to kill your bait at the end of the day.

Yote

This one time at band camp.....I mean hunting camp, we were into our second case of barley pop and the first bottle of grand marnier was lying empty on the floor, we had a collective but blurry epiphany. We would hunt coyotes with cats as live bait! We were awash with coyotes and feral cats. There were chickens as well, but that is a different story. Now the cats didn't stray far from the buildings at night because everyone knows that cats are coyote candy. They also hid from us during the day because the dumb ones were flying apart from 180 gr ballisic tips, and the smart ones went nocturnal. We figured they were getting hungry so we set out live traps baited with tuna.
On day two we finally scored with a big tom in the live trap. Now how the hell do we use it for bait and how would one set up? We spent the remainder of the morning attempting to rid the world of Rolling Rock and planning our nefarious endeavor.
The plan was this, cover a six square foot area with corn, drive a spiral leash screw into the ground in the middle, leash the cat to it somehow, and hunt it under the full moon. The reasoning behind this was we could see the cat and coy dog against the corn in the moonlight. The cat proved to be the hardest part of the deal. Trying to get this thing leashed up........You may as well try jerking off a cougar in a phone booth........It left marks, feisty bastard it was. Our solution was to shake it into a big cardboard box with a hole cut in it. When he stuck out its head to make his break we snatched his noggin while wearing leather gloves. I reached in the box with gloves to hold the body, and let me tell you a cat don't need to turn his head to make his body spin like a tornado. Withdraw and find welding gloves......... Second try was much better, my buddy had him all trussed up in no time. Seal up the box with the rope hanging out the top, attend to the corn and leash tether.
The plan came together and we hit the box stand at sundown, hog legs & scatterguns in hand, and the pussy in a box. I was elected to tie off the crat, yea for me.... I tied the rope (550 para cord)to the screw, snatched up that box, and unassed that corn pile, screaming hot pussy on my heels.
I only had to wait an hour for the moon to provide enough light to see the cat. That is when we fired up the electronic caller. That pissed off the cat to no end. I thought it was going to yank the screw right out of the ground. That cat was roaring and thrashing, insane. Ten minutes later the cat shut down, coy dogs were near. That box blind looked like a porcupine with all the guns poking out, two shotguns, a 357 Maximum contender, and a desert eagle in 357mag.(Kyle was two fisted)
Several tense minutes later a blur came from the shadows and snatched up our cat, (scared me so bad I think I dripped some pee). I don't know who was more freaked out, us, the cat, or the coyote when he hit the end of the string. Seeing how there was no time to properly shake it and still get first shot, I opened fire with #4 buck. My buddies were milliseconds behind me. Holy shit, we were all immediately deafened and blinded. I can only immagine all the corn, fur, and parts flying through the air.
Minutes later, vision and hearing somewhat restored, flashlights out, we surveyed the damage, a 32lb coyote, and a shredded prarie panther. My buddy had the best comment, (you dumb asses shot the bait, now what are we gonna do?)The game warden who was waiting for us at the truck had tears in his eyes when we told him the story.