Yesterday morning started out at 7 AM with me drinking a cup of coffee while driving down a rural Iowa gravel road scoping the landscape for coyotes. In a short while all of the group had made an account for themselves on the FM radios and the plans for the day were made known to all.
Today was to be a special day for our coyote chasing crew of 10 guys in 10 trucks( thats 100% attendance). We had a special guest with us today. A gentleman from the south had been invited to bring a couple packs of his champion bloodline coyote dogs to our turf to run some timber land that couldn't be hunted by truck. The guy was eager to give his dogs the work out and proud that we were going to get to watch them strut their stuff. They were as good if not better than advertised!
Once the first pack of dogs got turned loose it was a matter of minutes before the FM radio sang the familiar song "OK boys...I have a pair of coyotes headed north out of the west end of the timber". Within minutes another one of the gang chimed it "another pair head south along the railroad tracks". I was sitting next to the railroad track and one of those two coyotes was soon dead. The range finder said he was 228 yards out and he was going broadside when the 70 grain Hornady from my 243 made that very distinct WHOP and he went end over end. The other one got away...sorry!
By 2:30 in the afternoon we had 6 dead coyotes(2 at my hands) and still the best timber left to hunt. Man I hated to break away from the chase but I had promised mother that I would take her to the basketball game at 3:00. As soon as the game was over I was in the truck with the radio back on. Just as I had figured the boys had struck gold in that last patch. I had set out next to that timber one night a couple of weeks ago and did a little calling and it sounded to me like there were at least three different coyote litters from last springs hatch talking back and forth across the 1200 acres of timber and switch grass! The boys killed 5 out of that one push alone.
At the end of the day we had 6 very tired dogs and 11 very dead coyotes and a wounded one in big brush pile! One of those dog chased coyotes ran right through a herd of cattle and into a barn. The farmer also had sheep and was very ok with the idea of us getting the coyote out of the barn. To my knowledge that is the first coyote any one in our group has ever killed with a 380 (nobody had a 22 along).
To some this sounds like a slaughter. Well to each his own but I'm hear to tell you that for every coyote killed there were 3 that got away a little bit smarter! We'll pay them a visit again next weekend!
11 coyotes in one day is our group record for a single day and the one that hid out in the barn made this a day the boys will talk about forever!
Just thought I'd share it!