"There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot." - Aldo Leopold

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Wily Coyotes. Or, *&#$! Coyotes.

I am a master of all things hunting. Wait, let me qualify that. I am a master of all things hunting when compared to my coyote hunting “skills.” I have shot coyotes. I have called in coyotes. To date, I have not called in and shot a coyote.

This has been a nigh on 14-year quest. I bought a Lohman Circe rabbit-in-distress call when I was 16. It’s occupied every day pack, fanny pack and backpack since then, collecting lint, but nary a coyote pelt. It’s been wailed on from North Carolina to Colorado to South Florida and has done an excellent job pulling in fox, bobcat, crows, hawks, cows, deer, and one wild boar, yet only one coyote in South Carolina that circled through the brush and winded me.

I remember clear as day the first coyote I saw in Florida. Back in ’94 we were driving into a piece of private property early one morning to deer hunt in Manatee County when this big ol’ dog ran into the headlights. Today – and I’m not encouraging or endorsing this in anyway, kids – he probably would’ve have died in a hail of gunfire from either of the two in the front seat, but we were slack-jawed at the time. The yote just trotted in front of the Bronco, looking back to tease once in a while, then finally off into the imagination. Since then, the coyote has been a creature of mystique for me – of course, one smelly mutt I popped in Cedar Key about ended that.

A couple years ago I purchased a Johnny Walker digital call. Wait, that’s not right. Johnny Stewart digital call! Johnny Walker is what I drink to console myself after the hunt. Silly me. Out of sheer desperation, I also acquired a Mojo predator decoy that flips this cotton thing around in an attempt to distract incoming predators. Let me tell you something. Listening to that caller for more than 10 minutes will cause dementia and horrible, ghastly thoughts. It’s deranged, especially the fawn bleat that’ll almost make you want to join PETA. And watching the cotton ball device – while I believe the theory is sound – just reminds me how much I love to blow money.

This last weekend at Upper Hillsborough WMA, I put these last two toys to the test. My coyote calling-and-killing chastity remains sacred.

The dog came in from the right out of a sea of palmettos. Of course, this was off my wrong shoulder as I faced downwind overlooking a fire trail. I turned my head ever so slightly, and that was it. He spun back around and into that rattlesnake-infested oblivion. Stupid!

I hate to admit this, but aside from blasting the occasional one from a tree stand, that story pretty well illustrates my hunting experiences with coyotes. If I can beg a pardon from the Turkey Hunting Cult, I believe a gobbler is much more forgiving to movement than a coyote - a deer especially is. You know that old saying that if a turkey could smell you’d never see one? Well, guess what? You’ve just described the Southern Coyote. The parallels between hunting the two are striking. Calling to an animal in thick brush where calls only travel so far. Each animal has fantastic eyesight and hearing, and the coyote has the extra advantage of a functioning, no, superior olfactory system.

My strategy was to face downwind to intercept the dogs as they circle the source of the noise. Dad would guard the upwind side. Both of us carried 12 gauge 3 ½ magnums stoked with heavy turkey loads. The shotguns were perfect for this brush work in a small clearing of trails between a cypress head and aforementioned palmetto flat.

I’d hit the rabbit squealer button, and the card would play for about a minute. Then silence for five to ten minutes before hitting it again. I’d do this three times and move along. Well, this coyote came at the end of the third sequence. I was covered head-to-toe in a Scent-Lok ghillie suit, and he still saw just the mere twist of my neck from 60 yards away.

Coyotes have been in Florida now for a few decades, but the hunting literature has not caught up with them yet. I enjoy watching guys air them out on TV in places like Montana, but it’s a different ballgame in the South. Stay mobile and try new things. That’s about the best advice I can give. There are plenty of them here, but they are wicked smart.

I’ve been reasonably successful in most manners of hunting in which I’ve endeavored over the last 17 years. I’m not going to give up, but the coyotes about have me beat.

If anyone has any advice to share, please do.


Mark said...

Ive been seeing more yotes down here lately. This last general gun at Rock Springs we were seeing em on the dirt roads seemed like every time there was a rifle shot. Maybe its a dinner bell for yotes?!!? Funny thing was all the yotes we saw in Rock Springs were almost all black in color.

Ian Nance said...

I saw one up by Cedar Key that was all black with charcoal markings on its side, but had yellow eyes like something out of a nightmare...unfortunately I couldn't get a shot at it.

Don't know about the rifle shot bringing them in - I would think on any WMA they'd be a little gun shy.

Thanks for reading!!!

Anonymous said...

Coyotes have been on a rise in north Texas, and we have lost several cats, and goats because of them. What I find works best is to take my tree camo suit start a small fire and put some leaves and sticks on it and hold it in the smoke, so it smells just like smoke. Then I go about at sunset and sit with my back against a brushy tree. I put my electronic call out about 50 yards from me along with one of those wiggling rabbit decoys, and make myself comfortable. I try to have the wind blow across me like right to left. I start calling just as it gets dark enough that I cannot see the rabbit decoy. This time of year that is about 7:00 pm. I call once every 15 minutes, and use the deer in distress call. Want to make it worth the coyotes coming my way, like a like here is a big meal come and get it. So far in the past 30 days, I have take 7 down. I have also notices after I take one down they will not come back into that area for two days. I have also noticed that if they do not show up in about a hour and half then they are not coming that night. I have also purchase a thermal scope to help keep the area dark and limit any more movement as possible. Where I hunt I can use a 308, with a ballistic tip which works great for one shot one down. Also remember they travel in packs, so if you take one, don't move check for another one hanging around.
Sure hope this helps.