When everything comes together, and the game behaves exactly like it says in the book, it is WAY cool.
This morning I decided to break a summer long drought and use every skill I've learned to finally begin my fall coyote season. With the fog hanging like a freshly laundered sheet over a picture perfect field, I began my pitiful, but effective Woodpecker in Distress call just as the first glimmer of light spread over the morning chill.
Not 3 minutes into the set, out from behind me comes ol' Wiley looking for his morning meal. He popped out from behind a hedgerow not 30 yards from where I was sitting. Fortunatley, experience has taught me not to tense up, so I froze in position as he looked directly at me! My camo must have been perfect, not to mention the prevailing breeze, and he simply walked by looking for the source of the squeals. As soon as he turned his head, I raised the .22-250 to the right height and slowly squeezed off a shot. He went down hard, rolled over twice, and got up running. After making it about 25 yards, he folded up and he was mine!
Don't you love it when it goes by the book?
Rusty