Night Patrol.

Well things have been extremely busy for my family the past few months.
We moved, had to buy two new vehicles and moved AND enrolled my youngest daughter in college.

She is cheering so one weekend we had to go for her very first game cheering as a college cheerleader.
College is a little over 2 hours away so big sis came in and the family made the drive. We visited her dorm room and then made our way to the game which was another half hour drive AWAY from home.
When the game ended around 11pm Saturday night we made the LONG drive home.
Very little hunting took place during this time frame.

Last weekend I made my way out hunting Friday morning but called in nothing. Saturday I competed in a USPSA handgun match and that was an all-day event.

Not much hunting that weekend either.
This weekend is “Parent’s Weekend” at the college so we will be staying the weekend again. We are leaving later this afternoon.
I tell you all of this to relay how limited my time in the field has been.

It had been raining all day Thursday and the weather forecast was calling for severe thunderstorms Friday morning.
So, even though my day had started at 4:25am, I decide my only option to get in ANY hunting at all this weekend it was going to be Thursday night.

So the rain stops for a bit but the clouds stick around to block out the full moon. Perfect.
I get to my first spot and startle a heard of deer when I enter the field.
I find a nice spot and get set up. I do a quick scan with my light from Predator Hunter Outdoors before I start calling and noticed the deer had stopped at the tree line about 350 to 400 yards away. They were keeping an eye on me but were grazing.
I started calling with a raspy rabbit distress on my Double Buck latex diaphragm call from Reese Outdoors and I immediately spot two sets of eyes to my southwest.

It is a couple of young coyotes and they are very interested in whatever is dying over here.
They are in a visible quick trot, evident by their bobbing eyes, but then something brings them to an
abrupt stop. The wind is good so I’m not sure what concerned them. The deer left the scene about the time they made their presence know so maybe that was it.
Another few soft squeals and they start moving again but now they are heading to the downwind side.

I get the rifle in place and as I am about to bark a stop command the front coyote stops and throws it’s head high in the air to get both a better view and to check the wind for scents of danger.
I centred the cross hairs and sent a round.
That coyote drops and I swing to the other that is on its way back to cover at a very fast rate from my left to right.
I swap to my double reed howler and release some high pitched coyote distress and the coyote starts the “I am about to stop bounce trot”.

I get lined up about the time it stops broadside. I send another round.
BANG. THWACK. Coyote drops.
Sweet. A double on the first stand.
I send a few more coyote distress sequences while scanning the field but the lightning in the distance has me in hurry up mode.

I do my best to get an idea of the location of the two coyotes and head to claim my trophies.
Well that is easier said than done solo in a field of ankle high grass with no features.
Walking with my headlamp from Predator Hunter Outdoors I get about 20 yards from the truck and I pick up a set of eyes about where the 2nd coyote was.
I throw the scope up and turn on the scope light and I quickly determine it is the 2nd coyote trying to get up.

I send another round and get another confirming THWACK.
So knowing where that one is I head for the 1st one.
After about 15-20 minutes of sweeping the area I believe the 1st one dropped I decide to go claim the one I know where it is.
Well wandering around in a dark pasture will get the best navigator turned around. And for the record, I am NOT the best of navigators.

So after ANOTHER 20 minutes of searching (now close to midnight) I find a coyote.
It is another young’un and it blended well with grass.

I search for another hour for my other coyote to have photographic evidence of a true double to no avail.
Lucky the storm held off thus far but it was getting closer.
I took a few photos (also very difficult solo at night) and made my way back to the truck.
I then decided I could make a few more sweeps in my truck but still didn’t find it.