A perfect ending to a Friday. I have had the T3 .223 propped up by the back door for the last year, waiting for a coyote to walk by across the wash behind the house. I've seen quite a few 'yotes, just not one that I could get a shot at. Cooking dinner tonight I glanced out across the wash and there it was. One coyote wandering along the rim. I turned the stove off and stepped out the back door. The yote had vanished. I stood on top of the picnic table hoping to catch a glimpse, I finally saw him about 400 yards out moving in and out of the sagebrush. Wrong direction for a shot and a little far. Suddenly he turned and trotted straight towards me. I'm standing in the snow, in my socks, with the rifle propped on the fence. At 300 he stopped and turned broadside when a neighbors dog barked. Bam, down he went, no whirling or running, just stiff legs pointing skyward.
I took the shot from here at last light using the fence as a rest.
As it lay (taken the next morning, when it's still frozen, I didn't feel like walking across the wash through the mud).
Spark gettin a bite in, he got attacked by one in the back yard last fall and it's payback time.
