After getting buckled back in I look way across the field and there is something bout 400 yards out. Hey I know that steady gait and it ain't "Stickers". I did my lip squeak thing again fairly loud and the coyote stops, hones in on the sound and runs a dead run straight at me. I grab an arrow and try to get ready...I am thinking to myself this is madness.
At 10 yards she stops and smells the dead coyote at the base of my tree. I draw and spine her and have to get down for the coup de grace. I am out of arrows, I am shellshocked. I call Dave and roll him out of bed...he is as dumbfounded as me. 4 coyotes in 6 days out of one tree. 3 coyotes in less than 12 hours...a double that coulda been a triple. Nuts.
I finally get to track my Yote from last night. What I find isn't fit to show here. His buddies made short work of him. All that was left was hair and a bloody mess. So, Mr Bear gets a triple, sorta.
*Double down
I called my buddy Tracy (KSTrapper) a coyote trapping fool to get the 411 on care of the hides for what will be a quiver and a hat. Brother Dave skinned one and tubed one for the project.
*Tubed for a quiver
All in all a good day, but I am still looking for Stickers and I need a doe for the canner. I know there are 4 coyotes that won't be eating polts or fawns this spring and I guess that's ok.
*Truck Ride
So, I don't know how I feel still about killing coyotes. I respect them. They are tough critters who are there to do their job and to live. The problem has become they are taking from me and mine. I had a light freezer last year because of them so maybe it will be full next year. We shall see...now if I could just catch up to this buck whose shed I found