Damn lucky coyote,
Saturday I did a set for a bobcat, nothin! Then I moved and tried again just before dark. Had my 223 NEF single with me, and here comes a skinny half grow'd pup. Just at dark he's trootin' tword me at about 100yds. Goof ball's startin' to weave back and forth as he's headed my way still.
Pull her up and put it on him, turned broad side at about 75 yards then started moving again. Bob'd my head to pick him up again, now he's head'd right at me, 50 yds. The next thing I can't quite figure out - for some reason I didn't feel like shoot'n him. I had the cross hair's to the left of him, put them right on his forehead, and just watched him keep comin'. Must have been at 35 yards when I pulled the trigger - I let him walk right out of the line of fire and put one just to his left. I still don't know if I did it on purpose, I think I did - it felt as stupid as shooting where a clay bird WAS and not swinging the gun. I still laughed on the way back to the truck. And I don't feel bad at all - old wiley coyote better be more careful next time. It might not be me, or I might be hungry'r fer a kill.
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