SteveR
LSB Member
First of all BRD and Rgilbert,no, the coyote wasn't wearing my underwear. Now that we have that cleared up, I was standing on my porch this morning in my Fruit of the Looms drinking my first cup of coffee watching the world come alive. That's one of the benefits of living in the country that's generally frowned on in the city, although I've heard that doesn't always stop Gilbert. Anyway, I saw something out near the tree where I stake out my hog kills and when I took a closer look with the binoculars I saw it was a mangy coyote apparently looking for a pork breakfast. Well, I went inside and got my trusty rifle and when I came back out it started trotting off. I gave it my best wounded rabbit squawk and it turned sideways and stopped long enough for me to get a shot off and it went down.
I went inside and got dressed (a middle aged chubby guy wearing nothing but his skivvies and cowboy boots would look just way too silly even if there's not anyone around to see it ) and went out to admire my work. I got this guy at a measured 185 yards. So it was a beautiful morning, I made a pretty respectable shot, had a dead coyote on a payday Friday. Not a bad way to start the weekend.
I went inside and got dressed (a middle aged chubby guy wearing nothing but his skivvies and cowboy boots would look just way too silly even if there's not anyone around to see it ) and went out to admire my work. I got this guy at a measured 185 yards. So it was a beautiful morning, I made a pretty respectable shot, had a dead coyote on a payday Friday. Not a bad way to start the weekend.
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