Originally Posted by
koger
Last weekend the wife and I drove by the field we deer hunt in and saw 2 coyotes sneaking up on a bunch of turkeys, we stopped and hollered at them, did not have a rifle with us but saved the turkeys. I went back Monday evening about a hour before dark, set up a chair in front of round haybale, with cross sticks and a .243 Rem 700, stoked with 70 gr Matchkings running hot, that shoot tiny little groups. The wife dropped me off in the ranger, and left and 15 minutes later a young yote pops up at 310 yds. My farthest shot in any direction is 320yds. I wait for him to turn sideways and let her rip, Whop! I pulled the shot a little due to the crappy X Mark trigger and gut shot him, he bawled, squalled and made all kinds of racket. In a instant 2 of his litter mates popped out about 200 plus yards running like hell, so what got him did not get them. I burnt the hair off of one of them, hit him in the butt and just speeded him up. I had about 40 minutes of light left, and the wife texted me, asked if I got one, I told her yes, but wait till dark to come and get me. About 30 minutes later, to my suprise, a huge big old gray dog pops up at 275 yd, across the field from where I shot the other one. I switched my sticks around to get on him, when I had he stretched and started scratching the ground, marking it. At the crack of the rifle I once again heard the WHOP of the bullet impacting him, he reared up and fell back down, DRT. This was a productive sit, will be doing it again in a day or two. Felt good to be able to get back a little of my old self, after all the illness I hae been thru the last 6 years.