Went out to shoot some Sporting with some buddies and planned on calling some coyotes on the way home. Threw all my hunting gear in the truck....I thought!

I had forgotten my El Cheapo!

I had my hand calls and made stand #2 just off the road overlooking a perfect little arroyo draw. Wind was crossing from R to L. Got set up in the shade of a cedar and let out the first series of jackrabbit screams with the Johnny Stewart PC. Soon after, I saw a coyote running down the ridge from the right down into the arroyo. He stopped. I let out some muffled jackrabbit. He continued down wind to the left trying to circle around. When he started up on my left I started kissing him in.

He stopped for a frontal facing me shot at about 100 yards. I had my scope power set on 18 and it was tough to keep it steady even off of the long Stoney Point sticks. I touched it off and saw 4 legs in the air. Cycled the bolt and another was unnecessary.






"He" turned out to be a "She"...

Prolly wern't no .223 neither..that animal deserves better'n that