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Posted by Krustyklimber (Member # 72) on February 19, 2006, 09:28 PM:
I am way tired... I'll tell the story later, gotta unload the truck. ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
Krusty 
Posted by Leonard (Member # 2) on February 19, 2006, 09:33 PM:
Best teaser I've seen in quite a while.
Posted by Kokopelli (Member # 633) on February 20, 2006, 03:11 AM:
Yeah, really!!
Is it; Shot & rendered to posession or is it more like the punchline to an old tasteless bearhunting joke??
Posted by Tim Behle (Member # 209) on February 20, 2006, 03:23 AM:
I want to see a picture.
Did you actually kill it? Or just shoot it?
Posted by Andy L (Member # 642) on February 20, 2006, 05:51 AM:
Well alright Krusty!! Story, pics, whatever you got please!!!
If Im reading this right and you got you a coyote, thats fantastic. Ive followed your trials for a long time now. Please say its true....
Andy
Posted by scruffy (Member # 725) on February 20, 2006, 07:12 AM:
Ditto Andy!
give us the skinny krusty!
later,
scruffy
Posted by Leonard (Member # 2) on February 20, 2006, 08:59 AM:
Don't toy with our emotions, K.
If you did it, we need to alert the wire services, and organize a parade down main street.
The suspense is killing me. LB
Posted by RonDell (Member # 761) on February 20, 2006, 10:18 AM:
This is not another Dick Cheney joke is it?
Posted by Krustyklimber (Member # 72) on February 20, 2006, 11:18 AM:
"The suspense is killing me. LB"
Good, that makes me feel a little better.
I knew it would (make you guys squirm, and make me feel better). ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
Kokopelli,
I don't know the bear joke?
Tim,
No pictures.
Yes.
Andy,
I don't have much right now, it's AMAZING how your whole world can change, in a nano-second, at the fall of a sear... I'm having trouble getting all my thoughts and feelings organized so I can tell the story (coherently). ![[Confused]](confused.gif)
Leonard,
Don't call nobody just yet.
You recently gave some advice, relating to the choice of night hunting rifles, and the reason you gave for your choice has a lot to do with my own situation.
The mountain coyote, and the forest and terrain around the stand I chose in particular, present challenges/problems similar to those the night hunter faces.
I failed to see the connection, until an hour after it really mattered.
Hindsight is always 20/20.
Krusty
Posted by InjunJoe (Member # 658) on February 20, 2006, 11:43 AM:
This is worse than waiting around for Girl Scout cookies to arrive.
Posted by scruffy (Member # 725) on February 20, 2006, 11:50 AM:
Agree with you Joe, I have three boxes on order, 2 peanut butter and 1 mint, I don't think they'll ever get here.... ![[Frown]](frown.gif)
I fear the Krusty coyote story doesn't have a happy ending.
later,
scruffy
[ February 20, 2006, 12:05 PM: Message edited by: scruffy ]
Posted by Leonard (Member # 2) on February 20, 2006, 01:33 PM:
We are being set up for something? He's playing us like a @#%&*! fiddle.
(I don't know what I said, I say a lot of things?)
Posted by Sue and Mark Nami (Member # 685) on February 20, 2006, 01:54 PM:
Don't tell me.
You saw movement and your brother shot at it.
Posted by scruffy (Member # 725) on February 20, 2006, 02:03 PM:
If I were to make a guess, based off the clues (leonard and night hunting rifle, terrain, etc), it would be that Krusty called in a coyote, possibly not given a perfect shot opportunity because of brush in the way or he was moving, he shot the coyote, the coyote then ran through the thick stuff, Krusty tracked it, but the blood trail ended, the coyote continued, and the coyote was lost. (this has happened to me more than once makes you sick, frustrated, etc).
Hopefully this isn't the case, but it's my guess, if this is a guessing game?
But I thought Krusty's rifle was a big 30 cal bore? So hopefully I'm just way off on my guess.
Still waiting for those girl scout cookies, ordered them over a month ago... ![[Mad]](mad.gif)
later,
scruffy
Posted by Kokopelli (Member # 633) on February 20, 2006, 02:07 PM:
How long does it take to unload a Tonka Truck on steroids & tell a hero story??
Tasteless bearhunting joke to follow;
Seems this city boy decided to go bear hunting. He headed up to the big woods and after a couple of days spotted a bear which he shot in the a$$. The bear went crazy, wrapped the rifle around the city boy's neck, bent him over a log & made him squeal like a pig. The next year the city boy's back with a new rifle and spots that bear again. Another poor hit, the rifle gets wrapped around the neck, and the city boys bent over a log again squealing like a pig. The following year the city boy's back in the woods when the bear comes up behind him, taps him on the shoulder and says "YOU DON'T COME UP HERE FOR THE HUNTING, DO YOU??"
Posted by Tim Behle (Member # 209) on February 20, 2006, 02:45 PM:
Kokopelli,
You don't think poor Krusty took one in the shorts from a coyote do you? ![[Eek!]](eek.gif)
Posted by Krustyklimber (Member # 72) on February 20, 2006, 02:46 PM:
Leonard,
You are not being set up for anything, but a true story.
I am writing (and editting) in another window.
You said "Generally speaking, you need a little more gun at night than for daylights because you expect the animal to drop where you last saw him."
Sue or Mark,
I won't tell you that, because it's not true.
Scruffy,
Pretty good, I figured the guys who "know" would be able to somewhat follow along. Or figure it out.
Kokopelli,
It's not how long it takes to unload my truck, it took longer to figure out what happened, how I feel about it, and how to put it into words.
Mad, sad, frustrated, elated, proud, and embarrassed, all at once... hard to talk through it.
Krusty
Posted by Krustyklimber (Member # 72) on February 20, 2006, 03:02 PM:
I guess I should just start at the beginning... this might take a while.
I used to borrow a rifle to hunt with, a (pre '64) Remington 722 in .222.
A few weeks ago we dropped the Deuce off at the 'smith's to have the "Sako extractor fix" done, and picked it up mid last week.
Saturday we took the (steel tubed) Weaver K-6 it originally wore (which was on the .256 Newton), mounted it on the Hornet (NEF), and mounted my Bushnell 4x12 AO scope (from the Hornet) on the .222.
We used my spotlight and tripod to sight in at the pit Saturday night.
Sunday morning Red and I took off to go to a new area I have been scouting (in southwest Washington), to look around and see about getting some PRIVATE land access for next year, and maybe do some plinkn', but I had no intent of calling (I'd pretty well thrown in the towel for this year).
We were driving along, about 4 pm (I'd managed to piss away most of the day, without having to go calling), when Red said "if we're going to get any calling done, we'd better just park and walk up to a likely looking spot, before we run out of daylight". "Yeah... alright" I said, reluctantly.
I'll "give up" on myself, but I'll never give up on a partner (and rob him of a "chance").
As we left the truck, Red whispers "Well, let's go find a needle in a haystack"...
We walked down the logging road, an old railroad grade carving it's way through one mound, then piling up a flat path between the next ones.
We swung gradually northeast, putting the sun at our backs, and the almost nonexistant breeze from left to right and coming at us.
After walking half a mile or so through an older stand of trees (hemlocks, alders and maples, maybe 60 yrs old), we came to the end of a 30' deep roadcut, right where a branch road intersected, at the bright edge of a younger stand of trees (15 yrs old).
I kinda milled around, looking for where to sit, and not really committing myself to calling (here or anywhere), then wandered back into the shade positioning myself at the edge of the road, in amongst the broken pieces of a large alder windfall (where I could see the intersection and a ways around the curve of the main road (west and north)). Red sat on top of the roadcut, watching down the hill (south and east).
We let things settle a few minutes, then I started calling.
I opened up with a lone howl, waited a few minutes then did one more long howl followed by "a forty pound bird chirping".
I waited about two more minutes and went into the "Circé bird" noise (sort of a chicken/pheasant in distress).
About nine minutes into the stand I did one more long lonesome howl.
I was just reaching for my distress call, and for some reason had been looking behind me (where we had come from). There was a small game trail, and I figured a cat wouldn't care if it winded us (last cougar I called didn't care, and I'm still a little scared).
I looked back where I was "supposed to be watching"... and there, standing in the road, right at the intersection (69 yds away) was a large blonde coyote... standing almost exactly where I had stood before walking back into the shade.
Red was closer to him, but from where I was, I couldn't see Red's view was blocked (or that Red wasn't looking that way either).
"Shoot him, Red" I thought to myself... no shot?
After what seemed like an eternity, I decided to shoot the yellow eyed bastid myself...
When I got "cat scared" I had turned my body way left, and mounted up the .222 facing back the way I had come.
Now I am looking over my right shoulder and gunstock, at MY CHANCE.
My u-turn was not graceful, not quiet, and also most important of all, not scarey to the coyote.
He stood and watched, the whole time, without flinching.
Usually I am pretty calm under pressure, keeping my wits was my best asset as a racer.
I lost it, temporarily.
Once turned around, I tried to crank the scope power back down (from target shootin), but it's pretty high effort, and I got it to 8x and figured "close enough"...
I drew down on the coyote, still standing like a statue, and couldn't hold still.
I leaned to the log next to me, propped the fore end on a stout stump of a branch, and wedged myself tight against the log behind me... looked through the scope, and the "earthquake" was over.
"Okay bro... you F!~%in' got it!" I told myself, and calmed back in.
The coyote was quartering slightly to my right, moreso than I realized, I placed the crosshairs right on the center of it's chest, waited, then slowly squeezed off a round.
WHAP! I hear the bullet hit meat, I see the dust shake off the coyote as he's rocked back (not quite to the point of sitting), his head lightly wobbles back and forth a bit, and a tiny tuft of hair sails through the air.
It all plays out in slow motion, and it's so surreal, I can't believe it's happening...TO ME???
I am in shock!
Suddenly, like a switch is flipped BACK ON, the coyote raises back up on all four feet, snaps at his left side twice, and peels off 180° to his left and up the branch road, wobbling (or weaving?) as he goes.
I didn't jump up and yell "I got him", I stuck my howler in my mug and let out a ki-yi and a couple barks, then went back to bird sounds.
After the longest minute and thirty seconds of my life I called the stand quits!
Red jumped off the hill, and I trotted on up to where I'd hit the coyote.
I rushed on up the branch road, looking for sign, or my coyote piled up "right up there".
Nothin'.
After a few hundred yards we decided to go back to the hit and search some more. Maybe he flung himself into the bushes?
We found a large chunk of meat, some fur, and a million tiny particles of meat/fur, where he made his left turn, but no sizable drops of blood.
I began a very intensive search, hands and knees, crawling through the thickest, scratchiest, darkest, of pre-thinned hemlock trees and berry bushes... the whole time trying to rack my brain for the information from Scott H (relating to body language, and which way "being hit where he was" was likely to send him).
My kingdom for an airdork.
Red pretty much knew when he saw the "meat in the street" I was in trouble, that I may not have hit it well enough to leave much of a bloodtrail, and tracking in these woods wasn't going to be easy (even if it was gushin').
He stuck with me, and let me waste a good hour and a half (or more), looking, trying to be "supportive", no matter which way my mood went at that moment.
Red's a good hunting partner, and I was lucky to have him with me.
I would not have stopped or called there if he hadn't been with me.
It's no fur on the stretcher, but it's closer than I have ever been before.
Krusty
Posted by 2dogs (Member # 649) on February 20, 2006, 04:08 PM:
Good callin/shooting Krusty. To bad the plan didn't come together for ya. There's always next time . Enjoyed your story.
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I once put 4 110gr FMJ's[M-1 carbine ![[Roll Eyes]](rolleyes.gif)
]into a >35lb male. He didn't drop until the last rd[Heart]. They can often take a beating, from what I've expereinced[no matter what firearm, I used].
When I shoot one, I'm ready right away to pump more lead into'em.
Posted by Kokopelli (Member # 633) on February 20, 2006, 04:11 PM:
My condoloncences on what must be a major bummer. It always sucks to lose one.
Posted by Locohead (Member # 15) on February 20, 2006, 05:01 PM:
Way to stick with it Krusty! You're sure to get a kill shot next time!!!
Posted by Doggitter (Member # 489) on February 20, 2006, 05:26 PM:
So grab any manner of family canine pet at your house or neighbors and get back up there. They do a world of good helping in this kinda deal.
Posted by Leonard (Member # 2) on February 20, 2006, 05:31 PM:
Man, that's a heartbreaker. Sometimes, when they give you all the time in the world, you just psych yourself out. It may have been more automatic if you had tracked him and pressed the trigger the instant he stopped moving?
You wasted your time with the kiyi's. That only works on a companion coyote. A coyote that has been wounded requires that you waste no time jacking another round in the chamber, not blowing on a call.
But, it DOES suck. I never feel good about a runner. You can just about tell by the amount of blood if you are going to find him. And, it is true that a bad hit is a bad hit; but a larger caliber does hit them harder. As I have said before, a coyote hit with a 25'06 or a 270 doesn't run off too often, even with a marginal hit.
Sounds like you hit him forward of the shoulder on a sideways presentation and that doesn't anchor a coyote very well, regardless of caliber.
Don't give up. As I have said several times before. I shot five times at the first coyote I killed. He was a real dummy. So was I.
Good hunting. LB
Posted by 2dogs (Member # 649) on February 20, 2006, 06:08 PM:
Krusty,
The more I thought about your story. The more I thought about the only canine I ever shot. That was a "real trophy" to me.
I tossed & turned in bed for around a yr[disapointed in myself & angry for not knowing better]. Reliving the fact I didn't kill him, when I had him down. To this day, I don't know what the heck he was. But he was a brute & all Gold.
I hit him hard quartering away. The bullit, made a big exit wound & took out a cupfull of lung chunks. He eventually got back onto his feet & ran like nothing had happened. Only to die under an old abandoned farm building around a mile away .
Lesson learned...
All the coyotes, I shot after him. If they weren't dead, when they hit the ground. They had more lead coming their way. Better to much than not enough.
Posted by Andy L (Member # 642) on February 20, 2006, 06:50 PM:
Well Dammit.
Good job though Krusty. You called him and got the shot. Just sucks that as hard as you have tried you didnt get him.
If it makes you feel any better at all, I called in a coyote for a buddy one time and he shot the damn thing four times with a 243 before he got him killed. They are tough. It would have died after number two, but he wanted it DEAD. ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
You outta get a medal of some sort for hangin in there and trying so hard. Your doing good in a tough area to hunt. Next ones dead. I can feel it.
Andy
Posted by scruffy (Member # 725) on February 20, 2006, 07:00 PM:
Krusty, I'm sorry to hear that!!! That really sucks, losing any coyote sucks, but your first has to suck worse. But the next one, holding it up, howling at the sky, will feel that much higher.
I missed a boat load of the first ones I called in, coyote fever I guess, but the feelings of all the ones I missed I think rolled up into the positive feelings I felt when I nailed one. My first called and hit coyote I hit with my .270, and it don't mess around. Like leonard said, a marginal shot with a -06 of some sort will put them down hard where a 22 centerfire will have them getting back up to run off. My .270 hit was an inch or two ahead of the last rib, way back in the boiler room, the coyote never took a step, he was 125 yards. He dropped straight down and then after a second tried to get himself pulled up with his front legs but his back half was dead. I tried for another shot in his neck but as I pulled the trigger his head and neck dropped to the ground dead, one less hole in him I guess. That same hit with my .223 or 22-250 would quite possibly resulted in a runner. Actually most of my 22 centerfire kills have resulted in runners or spinners (mostly spinners) but I've also had alot more kills over the years with my .270 than my .223 (my 22-250 is still new) because my .223 was so unreliable because it kept breaking scopes... (mini14) With my .270 I had one spinner and one runner out of my last dozen, the rest were bang flops. There's just no comparison in authority.
That said, I love my 22-250, it's accurate, light, not near as loud, not near the recoil. And since the 22-250, and any 22 centerfire for that matter, has less killing power the bullet that's used becomes much more important. I've been picking bullets for penetration. I want a bullet/load that will push completely through a broadside coyote and a long ways on a frontal or running away coyote (texas heart shot ). But that's my preference. I've used "varmint" bullets in my .223 and had them blow up in the shoulder, splash up close, etc. Others have used them with great success. To each their own.
If you don't mind me asking, what load/bullet was the duece spitting?
And if there was one thing I learned from all my misses and hits and losses and kills, that I've learned more from my misses than my kills. When I make a kill I try to do the same thing the next time out. When I have a miss or loss I change what would have made that last miss or loss a kill, thereby upping my skill level.
I know you know all this and already have plans to make the next opportunity a kill instead of a hit or miss. I'm just a rambler, LOL.
Good luck on the next one. You'll find another needle in a haystack, or I should say the needle will find you. ![[Cool]](cool.gif)
later,
scruffy
Posted by Krustyklimber (Member # 72) on February 20, 2006, 10:31 PM:
2D,
Thanks, I actually enjoyed living it, even as bitter a pill as it was to swallow.
Without bad, there cannot be good.
It wasn't so much that I didn't think he needed another round, as much as I just didn't think.
Kokopelli,
It's a bummer, and a really cool thing, all at once.
What I did is a major accomplishment, combined with a huge stroke of luck, that kinda thing doesn't happen to a guy very many times in his life.
One or the other, but rarely both.
Danny,
I agree, I am making small steps towards my goal, as opposed to backwards.
Next time, just like the next stand (yesterday) might not be it, but I know no matter what, if I keep after it eventually I'll get one (or I won't... that's the true fun in it, the gamble).
Loren,
It's back to my workaday world, I tried to bail out and go back today, but it wasn't happening.
And Leonard and Red are right, he's not there, he's far away (and maybe still moving, which is the only part I can't find anything good about).
Leonard,
I didn't psych myself up, it's the first time I ever really got coyote fever (the instant I saw it), and I was able to talk myself back down (because that coyote had "no clue", and I then had time to work through it).
A "track" on him would have been a short one, and I would have to have been facing 180° the other way already.
I'm thankful I had time to turn around, crunching sticks and debris, swing the rifle around, calm myself down, turn some more, and settle in and get a good rest.
He did his part, well.
The bullet hit about 3/4" above the spot I tried to put it.
My mistake, was trying to put it there, at all.
He was slightly quartered to my right, maybe 20° or so (not nearly like the HM coyote picture), and (I believe from lookin at my dog) that I poked, through and through, just inside the humorous and below the shoulder socket without hitting his ribs (or any other bones).
Not a very good anchoring shot at all (my bad).
I should have placed my bullet (to my) left a ways (to just inside his right shoulder/humorous) and slightly lower.
But, any way you slice it, a coyote's vitals are not a very big target.
From now on, I'll look at a critter with "x-ray vision", trying to keep in mind a course straight through the boiler.
The ki-yi's were for a companion.
I figured he had come down the road, and fled up the branch road... if he had a companion, I expected it to follow him. The main road curved to my left, and the branch to my right, I only had a good view of a narrow section of the intersection itself.
There was also the possibilty his companion was in Red's view, so I figured to make it stop or turn and maybe present him with a shot I didn't know about.
It can't hurt, can it?
From when I fired the first round, to when the coyote disappeared, wasn't very much time at all, even with my (now) fairly familiar M-44 I doubt I coulda got two shots off, and I chambered a round as soon as I let off the ki-yi.
And other than limping a bit more (which he hardly was), a shot with one of the 30 cals might not have done much more.
Like you say, "you know by how much blood"... right from the get go, I could tell, Red could tell I was screwed (and later told me so).
I obviously need to re-think which rifle to leave the truck with (especially when hunting country like this).
Andy,
This is just a drop of suck, in a big ass bucket of suck.
It has sucked before, and it will probably suck again.
When you try to do something very hard, you don't succeed a lot... until you are very very good at it.
I dunno if I'll ever get to be very very good, I'm okay just trying to be better than last time.
No medals, no glory, no pats on the back... I'm just a (dumb) guy with a really hard head, beating the hell out of a big brick wall.
Sruffy,
This is my fourth "first coyote", it's getting easier (and harder) to take at the same time.
The bullet? Hmmm green box, Sierra 50 gr spitzer wants to jump out, in fairly new Winny cases with CCI match primers, on top of 20 grs (for sure) of (I think) 4198, going about 3250fps (out of our long bbl'd rifle).
Krusty
Posted by Cdog911 (Member # 7) on February 21, 2006, 04:33 AM:
Krusty,
Frustrating, ain't it? Anyoner here that tries to act like the same thing doesn't still happen to them more than they care to endure is lying. It happened to me once this year when I called in a litter of four and the one I picked out of the bunch to be the first of a hellacious quadruple took the hit further back than I intended and was gone. Absolutely pissed all over an otherwise great experience. But, the truth of the matter is that you picked a spot, you shot a coyote you called and you had evidence of a hit. If you hit where you think you hit, at that range, with that bullet going that sppeed, he should have gone down. He just didn't. Shit happens. Hydrostatic shock in the thorax should have collapsed at least one or two lobes of the lungs, but they don't need lungs.
Of those four I called that day, we managed to get three of them thru the season. One of them I called and it ran across in front of Matt. At thirty yards, he hit it in the same area of the right shoulder as you described using a 22-250, 45 grn BTHP's. That coyote rolled, got up and ran forty to fifty yards before piling up. The blood smear (much more than a trail) was a foot and a half wide. When I got to him, I rolled him over and his thorax was completely vacated as seen thru the gaping 8-inch hole in his sternum. That damned coyote ran that far with no heart and no lungs. How tough do you have to be to do that?
Sounds to me like you did everything right. It just didn't work out and it should have. As far as I'm concerned, you're over the hump and you are now an official coyote caller. Good job and you'll get wet next time. Remember, it' snot about the kill. It's about counting coup on the toughest little bastard in the woods.
Posted by Bryan J (Member # 106) on February 21, 2006, 07:46 AM:
Krusy, I’m happy for you and bummed out for you at the same time. I have had two that tipped over in their tracks and after I got back on the call looked over to see them running off. It sucks! It seems to me that if I were to put my predator calling learning curve on a graph it wouldn’t be a true curve but a series of steps, some bigger than others. This one had to be huge for you regardless of the out come.
Posted by Leonard (Member # 2) on February 21, 2006, 08:49 AM:
Look at it this way, K. You are getting a lot of "ink" for losing a cripple, and it's not negative.
Also, I notice how you are bonding with Lance.
Good hunting. LB
Posted by Krustyklimber (Member # 72) on February 21, 2006, 11:44 AM:
Lance,
Yes it is frustrating, mostly the "not knowing" part.
I dunno if I did everything right, or just got lucky?
I don't feel any more official today, than I did four years ago, when I called in a double and my brother wounded one (which we didn't look nearly as hard for). Or two years ago, when I called one in using these same calls, and fired a round that wasn't matched to the scope's settings, and missed.
I did everything right on both of those days too.
I might have taken a few laps, but I haven't made it to the checkered flag yet.
This was a failure, like the rest, I crashed on the last lap (this time), instead of crashing in the pits, or on the start.
But thanks, anyways.
Bryan,
I agree it feels like steps, up to the next plateau, a breakthrough of sorts.
I needed this "break" right now, for sure, I was running out of motivation in a big way.
It hasn't changed the way I see the game, I still know I am up against a huge challenge, it just doesn't seem completely futile anymore.
I knocked a tiny chunk off the brick wall.
The real difference in this case, is making a drastic change from the "routine" I and everyone else around here has.
I didn't go east, to the scablands, I went to the largest tract of nothing I could find, in the "working timber".
This coyote was 20+ miles from the closest paved road, farther than that from any homes, and I'd bet a million dollars NOBODY has ever called around here.
Leonard,
I'm not an ink hunter. (*and topics I start often go a couple pages, or more)
It doesn't matter to me, if the ink is positive or negative, it matters to me how I feel about me (and what I did).
It was negative.
I wounded a coyote, because I shot it in the wrong place, and I never found it.
Not a dang good thing about that.
You guys can never chew my ass as hard as I already have been, I am my own harshest critic.
I'd just be inclined to agree, with anything negative, and look for ways to learn from my mistakes.
Krusty
Posted by scruffy (Member # 725) on February 21, 2006, 12:05 PM:
So I can learn from this event and not aim at the wrong place, where would I aim on the HM coyote pic (similar to krusty's coyote angle?) in the upper left of this page? With my 22-250 I'd aim for his front shoulder to my left (his right). Would the 55 grain PSP punch through the shoulder into the vitals? Is there a better shot to take?
later,
scruffy
[ February 21, 2006, 12:06 PM: Message edited by: scruffy ]
Posted by Leonard (Member # 2) on February 21, 2006, 12:40 PM:
Without getting too technical: center of mass works for me. LB
Posted by 2dogs (Member # 649) on February 21, 2006, 02:44 PM:
Scruff,
You need an AR...[point & spray], BRRRRRRURP!
Wished I lived out West, where [Whip] lives. Coulda laid on the engine hood the other day & ripped on that pr, 50yrds away .
Posted by TRnCO (Member # 690) on February 22, 2006, 05:31 PM:
KK, you're one hard headed coyote callin' fool!! If I ever go 2, 3, or 4 years and only call in and see 4 coyotes and only get a shot opportuntity at one of them, I'll be buying some golf clubs and hoping for warm weather!!
Congrats!!
Posted by Tim Behle (Member # 209) on February 22, 2006, 05:50 PM:
quote:
I'll be buying some golf clubs and hoping for warm weather!!
So what's wrong with golf? Have you ever seen a Beer Cart Girl While coyote hunting?
Posted by TRnCO (Member # 690) on February 23, 2006, 03:35 PM:
Never said anything was wrong with playing the game, but thanks for showing me what I have to look forward to if and when I can't call more than 4 coyotes in 3 years!
Some of those girls could use some camo., if ya know what I mean!!
Posted by MULE (Member # 63) on February 24, 2006, 09:26 AM:
Well Tim convinced me.
Gonna sell my guns and buy some clubs
Posted by Leonard (Member # 2) on February 24, 2006, 09:54 AM:
So, we see what floats your boat, MULE. It's those beer cart girls, aint it?
Danger there, amigo. Soon, they will have you painting and fixing, with no time for golf; let alone, hunting.
Don't be a victim.
God hunting. LB
Posted by MULE (Member # 63) on February 24, 2006, 05:48 PM:
Leonard,
Somethings are way more important than coyotes
Case in point
Posted by scruffy (Member # 725) on February 25, 2006, 12:44 PM:
Wow, Krusty is the only person I know who can miss a coyote, make a post about it, and a picture of a beautiful woman gets posted and people are selling their guns and buying golf clubs!!!
I'm almost scared to think about what well happen when Krusty connects with one (coyote, not beer girl ![[Razz]](tongue.gif)
)!!!
later,
scruffy
Posted by Kokopelli (Member # 633) on February 25, 2006, 10:23 PM:
What's wrong with golf?
(1) Golf courses take up land that could be wildlife habitat or field archery ranges.
(2) I can never get the ball past the blades on the windmill.
Posted by Krustyklimber (Member # 72) on February 25, 2006, 11:37 PM:
3) Because, all golf courses should be motocross tracks.
Krusty
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