Taking a New Guy - Part 2 Jul 8, 2004 16:51:57 GMT -5
Post by Weasel® on Jul 8, 2004 16:51:57 GMT -5
After the previous hunts I was a little leary of taking my young boss (Pat, I'll call him) out predator calling again. He was so enthusiastic though that I just couldn't say no. I mean, he got so excited at just seeing an animal that he'd turn to jello. I offered to let him shoot my 6mm, 243 or 22-250, but he said he wanted to use his SKS, besides, it would justify buying it to his wife. Well, I gave-in under two conditions. One that he put a scope on it and two, that he remove that Hell-Fire trigger attachment so he wouldn't spray everything but the coyote with lead. We made a few trips out south of town and did a little shooting. He could actually shoot quite well at a target but I knew when he got another coyote in front of him his little baloney legs would turn to rubber-bands again. Well the night finally came and we made several stands but didn't get any responses. I have a place close to town that is pretty much a sure thing and as a last resort decided to take him there. There are pecan groves, apricot groves and fields of alfalfa bordering BLM land with a lot of broken terrain. We slowly drove down the dirt road separating the farm lands from the BLM land. Several coyotes ran across the road from the open farm land to the cover of the BLM land. Great for us, not so great for the coyotes, as now they are on our turf. We quietly parked the truck got out and let things calm down for awhile. I knew the coyotes would be close so I used a Burnham Bros. close range fox call (the one with the rubber-band reed). I had just started calling and four coyotes topped the small hill several hundred yards in front of us. They were coming single file and just before they emerged on the flat near us the coyote in the back stopped and barked. This was August so I knew it was a wise ol' mother trying to stop her young ones from walking into an ambush. Two of them didn't listen to her and kept coming. I would have shot the farthest coyote first then tried to get the others before they got out of range but this guy was already shaking so bad you could've tied a bucket of cream to his hieny and made butter. He told me to light up the closest coyote if he stopped and he'd take him. Well, that I did but he missed. The coyote took off running at right angles to us and I kept the light on him. Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, Pat (my boss) was firing at a rate equal to, if not faster than the Hell-Fire device! Finally the coyote swapped head for tail and ran back to the left in the same tracks he had just made. Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop. I started laughing as now this looks like those shooting galleries they had when I was a kid. The target, usually a duck, would travel a straight line to one end of the galley, flip around and go back the other way. Well as I laughed and tried to keep the light on the coyote, Pat had the bullets and brass flying! All of a sudden he rolls the coyote! I'm astonished to see that he actually hit it. I started jumping up and down and slapping him on the back and he looks at me like a little lost pup and says "my barrel's hot" What the heck that had to do with it, I don't know. Then I asked him how many rounds did he fire. He pulled the 30 round magazine out and it was empty! I shined the light on the ground and there was so much brass it looked like a battlefield. Well, I said that's the reason your barrel's hot, now go get your coyote and let's see what you got. He was so weak and wobbly he could hardly walk out and back with his prize. When he got back to the truck his eyes were big as pie tins and he was quivering and had sweat running down his face. In his hand he held the skinniest, raggedest looking pup that I've ever seen. He looked at me and asked "is this a big one?" heck yes, I said. That's a freaking monster! The smile that crept across his face was priceless. He was so proud that he couldn't get the smile off of his face for the rest of the night. Even today if you mention it, his face breaks out in a big grin. He hasn't taken another one but he did call in a bobcat to us one night, all by himself, at that!