Since my brother had some luck monday night and there was no school on tuesday I decided to take my 7 year old out with me to do some calling. The temperature was in the teens with a 10-15 sw wind. On our first stand we walked in a 1/2 mile and set up. I had him face to the east and I set up looking west. Five minutes into the stand I happen to look over his way and spot a hard charger at 75 yards and closing fast! I get repositioned and at 40 yards, the coyote must have winded us and was leaving as fast as he showed up. Bang!...flop. My son stands up and says "Cool!...you got him. I look back to the west and there stands another at 200 yards on the hillside. I tell him to get back down as I leveled the crosshairs on the second one. Bang!...smack! The second coyote takes off over the hill and did not even react like it was hit.
Upset that I thought I missed the second coyote, we walked down and picked up the first one. We walked up to where the second was standing....No blood! We followed the tracks for about 30 yards and there in the snow is two drops of blood. We continue following the blood and as we top the hill, I spot two coyotes out on the flat, 250 yards out! I can't get a shot due to the terrain so I decide to sit down and try to lip squeek them. One comes on a dead run, jumping up on its hind legs, trying to see over the crown of the hill. It holds up at 170 yards and won't come any closer. I decide to take the shot even though it was a quartering on shot...Bang...miss! Damn I forgot to allow for the cross wind!

I never was able to get a second shot.
We continued to trail the second coyote and the trail led to where the last two coyotes were standing. As we got closer, there laid coyote #2.

(The coyote on the left is the first coyote he was pretty rough looking! The second coyote on the right was in pretty nice shape.)
So off to our second stand we go. The next area is down on some river bottom land. We walk in and set up. I told my son to watch the trees to the right and I would watch the meadow straight in front of us. The river is off to our left and if anything was going to wind us it was going to have to get wet!

Im on my third series of calls when I look over and see my son sleeping..

and right in line with him is a coyote walking away from us in the trees. He is working his way to the left and I know he will eventually step out into the meadow. Finally not 1, but 3 coyotes step out at about 220 yards and are trotting quartering away.The second one finally stops to look back as the lead one drops down into a low spot. Now at 275 yards, I level the cross hairs and let one fly! Bang..smack and down into the low spot he goes! All of a sudden the first coyote pops out low spot and is running right at us! I let him keep coming and at 175 yards he stops to look back for his two friends! Bang..flop!
We walked in to investigate the first shot. No hair,no blood...Nothing! The first one must have been a clean miss! Oh well, we still got one!

On our way into spot #3, I was walking on a hard snow drift, trying to cross a cattail slough. I broke through and went up to my knees into ice cold water!

Needless to say it ended our day! I had a chance to shoot my first triple and beat my personal best of 4 in one day! Neither happened but theres always next time!