Coyote have made a significant impact on the fawns and other small game
around the property. It is important to control them.
Mature coyote taken in Franklin County, NC.
Coyote weighing in close to 30 lbs. and measuring 44" long.
1952 Marlin 30-30 vs. Wile E. Coyote
I'd been keeping up with what people have been talking about on the site. Does scent work? Does rattling work? Do doe bleats work? Does a grunt call work? Well everything works at least once, but I've put out scent at least 10 times and have not had deer interested in it. Deer did respond to calling & 'soft' rattling, and so did this 29 lb. 11 oz. coyote.
Have you ever been busted by deer, while climbing a tree in pitch darkness? Well that's what happened to me at 5:00 a.m....deer in the woods just 100 yards downwind blowing, whoosh, whoosh, and whoosh.
I had to pick the loudest noisiest loblolly pine in the world...and the night was dead quiet (sound travelled for miles). Needless to say I was staying and climbing, too late now.
When the light started to shine on the world, I was treated to the most beautiful view...an unpicked soy bean field with early morning frost, sandwiched with hardwoods on both side.
A fine mist was rising and snaking upwards. I could see red tobacco barns on the hill tops. Rolling hills with green grass and the field was perfect, secluded from the road and measured 350 yards long and 250 yards wide. A rooster crowed and cows were mooing in the distance.
I had this feeling in my stomach, today is the day 'big daddy' will show up. My eyes played tricks on me as I thought clumps of grass were deer laying directly in the soy beans as it became light.
I decide to grunt, soft rattle, and turn the doe bleat can a couple of times. Right at 6:45 a.m., through the brush I could see movement, it was a lone deer, but I still couldn't make out if it were a doe or buck.
It made a bee-line to me, and it was a buck! But not the one I was hoping for, it was a large cow horn. He passed directly beneath my tree and walked slowly into the hardwoods. My ticker was going now (I had the crosshairs on him).....I was thinking, big boys gotta be close behind. Cow horn came in to investigate the fight sounds.
I waited a while before calling again around 7:30 a.m. Out in the distance I could see something moving FAST through the soy bean like a shark through shallow water. At first I thought it was just a fox, but then realized it was a big coyote.
It never stopped, but turned towards me, and got in the only section of my view that had brush in it. I could still see it moving, but didn't have a shot. Then it stopped and started moving away on the trail that the cow horn came in on.
I though my chances were gone and didn't have anything to lose, so I pulled out that doe bleat can and turned it over twice quickly.
The coyote stopped in its tracks and headed back towards me, but I still had brush in the way and it was moving at a steady pace.
Finally there was hole in the brush the size of a watermelon and amazingly it stopped for just an instant....long enough for me to put the crosshairs on.....and 'BAM'!
That thing took off like a rocket about 25 yards and circled back into the hardwoods. Then two seconds later, I heard the familiar sound of the death rattle in dry leaves.
I looked at my watch and it said 7:45 a.m. and my wrist was shaking. I had gotten access to this new land because the land owner said take out every coyote I see. They have horses, goats, cats, dogs, and small children around.
O.K., so Mr. Big Buck didn't show up...but 1st thing this morning I was at Pat Nicholson's, my taxidermist, and I'm getting a beautiful pelt back in 4-months.
Coyote was shot at 12-yards with a 1952 Marlin 336RC 30-30, topped with a Nikon BDC scope...a fine tack driving combo. (custom trigger job at 2 lb., I might add)
Have you ever been busted by deer, while climbing a tree in pitch darkness? Well that's what happened to me at 5:00 a.m....deer in the woods just 100 yards downwind blowing, whoosh, whoosh, and whoosh.
I had to pick the loudest noisiest loblolly pine in the world...and the night was dead quiet (sound travelled for miles). Needless to say I was staying and climbing, too late now.
When the light started to shine on the world, I was treated to the most beautiful view...an unpicked soy bean field with early morning frost, sandwiched with hardwoods on both side.
A fine mist was rising and snaking upwards. I could see red tobacco barns on the hill tops. Rolling hills with green grass and the field was perfect, secluded from the road and measured 350 yards long and 250 yards wide. A rooster crowed and cows were mooing in the distance.
I had this feeling in my stomach, today is the day 'big daddy' will show up. My eyes played tricks on me as I thought clumps of grass were deer laying directly in the soy beans as it became light.
I decide to grunt, soft rattle, and turn the doe bleat can a couple of times. Right at 6:45 a.m., through the brush I could see movement, it was a lone deer, but I still couldn't make out if it were a doe or buck.
It made a bee-line to me, and it was a buck! But not the one I was hoping for, it was a large cow horn. He passed directly beneath my tree and walked slowly into the hardwoods. My ticker was going now (I had the crosshairs on him).....I was thinking, big boys gotta be close behind. Cow horn came in to investigate the fight sounds.
I waited a while before calling again around 7:30 a.m. Out in the distance I could see something moving FAST through the soy bean like a shark through shallow water. At first I thought it was just a fox, but then realized it was a big coyote.
It never stopped, but turned towards me, and got in the only section of my view that had brush in it. I could still see it moving, but didn't have a shot. Then it stopped and started moving away on the trail that the cow horn came in on.
I though my chances were gone and didn't have anything to lose, so I pulled out that doe bleat can and turned it over twice quickly.
The coyote stopped in its tracks and headed back towards me, but I still had brush in the way and it was moving at a steady pace.
Finally there was hole in the brush the size of a watermelon and amazingly it stopped for just an instant....long enough for me to put the crosshairs on.....and 'BAM'!
That thing took off like a rocket about 25 yards and circled back into the hardwoods. Then two seconds later, I heard the familiar sound of the death rattle in dry leaves.
I looked at my watch and it said 7:45 a.m. and my wrist was shaking. I had gotten access to this new land because the land owner said take out every coyote I see. They have horses, goats, cats, dogs, and small children around.
O.K., so Mr. Big Buck didn't show up...but 1st thing this morning I was at Pat Nicholson's, my taxidermist, and I'm getting a beautiful pelt back in 4-months.
Coyote was shot at 12-yards with a 1952 Marlin 336RC 30-30, topped with a Nikon BDC scope...a fine tack driving combo. (custom trigger job at 2 lb., I might add)
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