Dog hunting.

[themailman]

Anybody here coyote hunt? I've shot a couple in the past by coincidence but now that I'm in Idaho my friend and I are getting serious about it. It's something that we can hunt all year long.

 

[horsey300]

Anybody here coyote hunt? I've shot a couple in the past by coincidence but now that I'm in Idaho my friend and I are getting serious about it. It's something that we can hunt all year long.

I "hunt" varmints, quite often.

 

[Kingcreek]

I used to, years ago when pelt prices were fair. But then I realized that I was burning about one tank of Jeep fuel for every coyote I shot.
Now I shoot them when the opportunity presents usually while deer hunting or just out and about. Only happens rarely.
We used to be lousy with them but t a couple local guys with those trolling dogs really got into them and now I only hear them occasionally at night.

 

[Double Naught Spy]

I hunt them opportunistically. I actually shoot more while hunting hogs by just happening to spot a coyote than I do calling coyotes, not that I call coyotes all that often (maybe once a month or so when a landowner has an issue). I shoot about 18-30 per year.

 

[buck460XVR]

While I shoot more coyotes because of opportunities presented while turkey or deer hunting, I do occasionally target them specifically. I use a electronic caller in late winter when there's not much else to do/hunt.

 

[dh1633pm]

I don't purpose hunt them. I would rather shoot one and spook the deer than to get a deer and not touch the coyote.

 

[.308 Norma]

I used to hunt coyotes specifically, and I got pretty darned good at blowing a wounded rabbit call, if I do say so myself. Nowadays, I sometimes don’t even shoot the coyotes that wander across the back of our place – it’s safe and perfectly legal to shoot them from our rear deck. But we don’t have any chickens, pigs, goats, sheep, or small pets for the coyotes to bother. So, in my old age, I’ve become more of a “live and let live” kinda guy when it comes to coyotes. Besides, my wife and I like listening to them at night.

Nevertheless, I have a coyote hunting story to tell. It must have been 12 or 15 winters ago that I was out in the hills east of here trying to call in a coyote to shoot. Our youngest daughter, (about 16 at the time) Kathy was with me. Kathy has never actually hunted anything, but she always liked going along with my wife and/or me.

At any rate, after a couple of hours of freezing our rear ends off, and not seeing a single coyote, Kathy and I decided to head home. So we hiked back to the truck and started driving out.

We hadn’t gone more than a hundred yards down that dirt road when Kathy yelled, “Stop! Stop! Stop!” So I did.

Then Kathy yelled, “Back up! Back up! Back up!” So I did that too. Kathy pointed out a brown spot that looked like a large dirt clod in the snow, about 150 hundred yards out in a plowed field.

I put the binoculars on it and looked it over. I told Kathy, “No, I see what you’re looking at, but I think it’s just dirt clod.”

“Huh,” Kathy said, “It sure looked like a coyote.”

So I restarted the truck and began to pull away. That’s when the “dirt clod” jumped up and ran off over the hill. And Kathy said, “Pretty fast dirt clod, Dad.”