Yep, the little guy ain't even out of the womb yet, and I had him out in the woods today. Of course I had to drag his mother along too.
Today was actually the first time LaChelle (my wife) has gone hunting with me. We went with my dad out to a place in Northern Murray County, Oklahoma. On the north side of this property is an egg farm with chicken houses and lots of goats. There are tons of predators out here. We saw plentiful sign of coyotes and bobcats.This property has lots of draws and pastures, and is a really neat mix of stock ponds, pastures, and heavy post oak shrubs.
We sat on the east side of the field and had a good north wind blowing at us. Honestly, once we got set up we realized this was not the best place on the property to be set up, but we were there so we decided to call. My dad called for a while with a mouth call, then I launched into a Wally Taber Weems All Call with a cotton tail reed in it. After calling for awhile, I saw what looked to be like ears up a ridge. Now, looking through my Bushnells, this didn't look like more than 200 yards. I confirmed my target through my rifle scope, and once I determined it was a coyote and not something else, then decided to shoot. I aimed about 3 inches high, squeezed the trigger, and watched as my bullet fell some 30 feet below the coyote on the ridge. Yes, I shot that low... I wasn't very proud of myself as I watched those ears and face disappear into the brush.
After I dropped my scope, I realized why I had missed. I had misjudged the distance by about 300 yards. I was so excited to take a shot in front of my wife, that between my binoculars and scope I forgot to pull back and make sure it was a shot I could make.
Well at least we got out of the house, and LaChelle was happy to be out hunting. I asked her if she had a good time, and she said the only thing she was upset about is that we didn't kill something. I knew I married her for a reason.
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