About 8:00 am I went out for a smoke and to get my log splitter ready for a day's work (I'm off this week). I spotted a coyote in the neighbor's stubble field, about 300 yards off, just taking his time crossing the field. I ran in the house a said "I'm gonna kill a coyote". Of course, then there was the mad dash to see who could get ready quicker (Sandy has outdrawn me before ). She grabbed her 22-250 and I grabbed my 25-06.
I set the bipod down and Sandy decided to just back me up and watch in the scope. The yote was going away from me at about 300-350 yards. Set the crosshairs on him and squeezed the 1903's trigger. I got the scope back on him just in time to see him drop, and then I heard the *thump*.
He never even so much as twitched an ear, DRT as Art would say, as he dropped into the stubble.
Before I get yelled at for shooting him, we've been positively overrun with them this year. Dang things are howling all night anymore.
I set the bipod down and Sandy decided to just back me up and watch in the scope. The yote was going away from me at about 300-350 yards. Set the crosshairs on him and squeezed the 1903's trigger. I got the scope back on him just in time to see him drop, and then I heard the *thump*.
He never even so much as twitched an ear, DRT as Art would say, as he dropped into the stubble.
Before I get yelled at for shooting him, we've been positively overrun with them this year. Dang things are howling all night anymore.