I was a little concerned at the lack of blood on the ground. I sent Brian a text, I thought that I might need some help searching for blood. He sent a text back that he had come down out of his stand and was at the house making coffee.
I told him I would be right there. A little coffee and some time to think things over sounded just about right.
After coffee and some conversation, Brian and I headed back to the scene of the shot. I showed him the one little spot of blood. He cut through the woods to a little logging trail and started looking for sign of the coyote there.
I went into the thick stuff, heading toward the tall oak where I had last heard sound. I found the coyote, a female, very quickly.
She was near the base of the oak where the sound of her running stopped. The coyote had gone about 25 feet and fell over dead.
Here she is as I found her:
I figured out why there was no blood trail. The arrow had entered high on the right side, went through both lungs, pierced the diaphragm and exited below her ribcage low on the other side where it embedded in the ground. In her struggle to get away a bit of her intestine came out of the exit wound and plugged it up. All of her blood was inside her body cavity. The little drop was all that came out of her.
The Woodsman three blade made quick work of the coyote. As I said, she only went about 25 feet at the most -- into some very thick cover.
Here she is again with my Bear TD to show her size.
Brian and I skinned the coyote. I am going to have the pelt tanned as a personal trophy of squeaking a coyote into stick bow range.
At dusk, Brian was in the same stand I had shot the coyote from and saw 9 deer - 4 bucks and 5 does. I think he and I might have a pretty good season in his woods. Brian and I had a fun hunt.
I am blessed to have such a terrific friend.