Greetings and Merry Christmas! We had an exciting morning up here on the mountain. Our daughter called to me from her room and said "There's a dog outside the fence checking out the ducks", I ran into her room and looked out her window and saw that is was a small mangy coyote. Our 3 ducks were 5 feet from it on the inside of the fence and it was staring at them and licking it's chops! I yelled to my husband "COYOTE" Quick as could be he retrieved the handy dandy tack driving youth 243 caliber rifle which was placed in a strategic location and ready for action..
In a flash he was in our daughter's room exiting the balcony door. The coyote had already taken off because of me yelling "Coyote" and heard our other daughter yelling "where's the coyote". My husband managed to quiet us down so he could try to bring the varmint back. He stood quietly on her balcony with the rifle up and ready and started making young prey distress sounds, without a predator call, but just with his voice. Sure enough, the coyote came back into view from the heavy brush and trees. At 125 yards, over the camper, the fence and through the trees, he had the smallest window of opportunity. He squeezed the trigger and we watched the coyote flip and fall. It got back up, and my husband squeezed off another round and it fell.
He feels that he wasted the second bullet though because the first shot was a kill shot, the second shot was just insurance to make sure it was dead. The coyote was a young female 30-35 pounds and very mangy looking. My husband is a predator killing rock star today, and I am very very impressed! Here are some pictures.
The coyote was behind the fence between the wooden fence posts, the ducks were right where you see them now. They were kind enough to re-enact the scene of the would be crime.
Two inches above the bottom of this picture you can see the blood spots on the ground where my husband shot the coyote. He shot from the balcony of the house which is just above the front corner of the camper. He had a very small window of opportunity.
The coyote: Such a sad sickly looking animal. I think my husband put her out of her misery.
In a flash he was in our daughter's room exiting the balcony door. The coyote had already taken off because of me yelling "Coyote" and heard our other daughter yelling "where's the coyote". My husband managed to quiet us down so he could try to bring the varmint back. He stood quietly on her balcony with the rifle up and ready and started making young prey distress sounds, without a predator call, but just with his voice. Sure enough, the coyote came back into view from the heavy brush and trees. At 125 yards, over the camper, the fence and through the trees, he had the smallest window of opportunity. He squeezed the trigger and we watched the coyote flip and fall. It got back up, and my husband squeezed off another round and it fell.
He feels that he wasted the second bullet though because the first shot was a kill shot, the second shot was just insurance to make sure it was dead. The coyote was a young female 30-35 pounds and very mangy looking. My husband is a predator killing rock star today, and I am very very impressed! Here are some pictures.
The coyote was behind the fence between the wooden fence posts, the ducks were right where you see them now. They were kind enough to re-enact the scene of the would be crime.
Two inches above the bottom of this picture you can see the blood spots on the ground where my husband shot the coyote. He shot from the balcony of the house which is just above the front corner of the camper. He had a very small window of opportunity.
The coyote: Such a sad sickly looking animal. I think my husband put her out of her misery.
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