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Thanks guys!
Well, I headed out after work tonight and this time I brought a friend along from work. We were headed out to an area to make our first call. He spotted three coyotes out in the field. We parked down wind of them and snuck within 400-500 yds of the rock pile he spotted them at. Before I started to call... we agree that we will take which ever coyote is on our side. I started to call and about 4 minutes into it... one pops over the ridge about 200 yds away. A second one also appears as the lead one circled to our right. The one on the left is now about 150 yds. I have him in my crosshairs, but I told my buddy to take the shot at his when he has it. We have been out calling a few times this year, and it seems like the coyotes are always giving me the shots. So, I wanted him to take the first crack. We were both laying down, one on each side of a power pole. His coyote kept circling and he didnt quite have a shot. I was just waiting, trying not to grip the rifle to tight. My plan was to shoot as soon as he pulled the trigger... before my coyote had a chance to react. His coyote stopped and he shot and dropped it. I touched off my shot a split second after he shot and dropped my coyote. I was damn surprised I hit it.

It is hard to control the flinch when someone pulls the trigger only a few feet away from you. Not bad we had a double and just started for the evening.
As I sat up, I could see the third coyote standing out there at a little over 300 yds. I tried calling him back in, but he wasn't interested. He ran a little higher on the hill, giving us a clear shot at him. We did the shoot on 1-2- shoot on 3 for a double two weekends ago, so we decided to try it again on this single. We both set up on him and on 3 we pulled the trigger. Bam he went down also. So, we just started for the evening and had 3 coyotes down.
We made a couple more unsuccessful stands. On our last stand I called one in to 135 yds. My buddy set up to take the shot, but It was getting pretty dark and it was difficult to see. He had a tough time seeing his crosshairs. So, he put the coyote in the center of the scope and let one fly. No luck on that one. So, we let one get away. Can't get them all. Anyway, it was another fun night of calling after work.
I could get used to seeing these drag marks behind me in the snow... a little more often!
