Howdy all,
A word from the western part of the state regarding our most reclusive predator.
We've put a hurtin' on them over here, and regarding their size, it can't have anything to do with interbreeding with wolves as we have none. Years ago, we had someone locally that was raising coydog mixes, and originally being from northern central NY (Parish, Pulaski, Oswego Co.), I remember the old coydog stories and sightings.
I shot one of them down here back in 94' (very rare) with a bow. I recognized it mainly from the way it reacted, but also from it's tail and ragged configuration. Our DEC office's wildlife biologist confirmed it when I got my usual razzing from my buddies.
I, and my old compadre' though, hunt coyotes the old fashioned way by calling them in.
We have several guys that run them with dogs, and that's okay, but I think there's a lot more to be learned by hunting them through calling. (Also it's far cheaper :wink: )
Another hunting buddy that is a taxidermist, had shot one coyote with a bow that weighed 62lbs. Another that he shot one with a gun later in the season at 67lbs.
The biggest coyote taken nearby that I had heard of weighed 70lbs.
They're getting thicker and braver all the time, and I don't doubt that they'll put a dent in the deer population somewhat, but they'll only build their population to a certain point before it levels off from hunting pressure.
I've watched three of them take down a sick doe two years ago. This was from a distant stand. It took them the better part of a half hour to do it, but she finally dropped and was dead within a short period. Even though I love venison, and I love hunting deer, I felt sorry for her...really.
The snow was deep, she was injured or sick, and really didn't have a chance. Although I felt bad for the deer, it was a learning experience to see them in action. But, it made me want to hunt them even harder.
It was odd that they didn't have a killing technique like a throat hold, or something to kill the doe relatively quick. They just bit on her rear quarters and hung there till she dropped. She was so weak that she couldn't go any further. Once she was down, they started right in feeding on her and she finally succumbed.
I was 800-1000yds off in another field with my Contender, and walking was tough as the snow was deep. I finally made it over to her and she was gone. There was no cover at all and the coyotes had taken her down out in the middle of a large open potato field.
They split when they heard me coming from a long way off.
2 days later, using our rifles, we smoked one of them from a nearby brush mound when he decided to come out for a snack.
I have photos I'll post of them when I can figure out how to get them on here.
Nuff' ramblin....
Take care,
Bob