This past week-end while deer hunting at my place in East Texas, I was still hunting the hardwoods on my property's West side. There was nothing moving and I was beginning to think that it was going to be just another evening watching the bushytails and enoying the cool breeze.
About 45 minutes before dark, a coyote howled, not too far away, several hundred yards North of my position. It only took a few seconds before that coyote was joined by another then several more. The crooning was delightful, and this was a fair bit earlier than usual for them. As they howled, I could tell that the pack was moving West. The I heard a loner start up West of me by maybe only 300 or 400 yards. It wasn't 30 seconds after that when a big buck came barreling toward me. He was obviously worried about the coyote on his back trail, because when he stopped, perhaps 80 yards past me, he was totally engrossed in looking back to see if he was being followed. He was definitely worried, but little did he know that his worries were directed at the wrong hunters.
His pause gave me the chance to line up my pr-64 Winchester 30-06 and level it at him, then slowly squeeze that 2-1/2 Lb trigger, letting a Nosler 165 grainer fly.
As they say, the rest is history.
Bob Nisbet
About 45 minutes before dark, a coyote howled, not too far away, several hundred yards North of my position. It only took a few seconds before that coyote was joined by another then several more. The crooning was delightful, and this was a fair bit earlier than usual for them. As they howled, I could tell that the pack was moving West. The I heard a loner start up West of me by maybe only 300 or 400 yards. It wasn't 30 seconds after that when a big buck came barreling toward me. He was obviously worried about the coyote on his back trail, because when he stopped, perhaps 80 yards past me, he was totally engrossed in looking back to see if he was being followed. He was definitely worried, but little did he know that his worries were directed at the wrong hunters.
His pause gave me the chance to line up my pr-64 Winchester 30-06 and level it at him, then slowly squeeze that 2-1/2 Lb trigger, letting a Nosler 165 grainer fly.
As they say, the rest is history.
Bob Nisbet