It was over an hour before it came in, I was hunting on the point of a little wooded/brushed area surrounded by harvested fields. Wind coming from my back going straight out to my Mojo Critter. Did my final howl sequence, stood up, stretched the legs for a min. put the rifle in my backpack, went to pick up the tripod and there he was, standing next to a rockpile about 200-300 yards out.
Of course, now that my rifle is packed up and unloaded, I drop down, open the backpack, undo the velcro, get the gun out and loaded, set the rifle on my tripod just to get a look at what he's doing and he is coming my way. :confused:
I'm wondering why, but I steady my tripod better, take a breath, and realize my Mojo is still out and running, AHA!!, I zoom in to 18X, get on him, lip squeak and he is now trotting straight at me, good looking yote, at least to me.
I yelped at about 100 yards, he caught on quick to what was happening then, turned about 90 degrees, walking and getting ready to bolt, I squeezed and hit him with the force of Thors hammer, dead dog.
He was about 15 yards from being perfectly down wind.
Gun is a Winchester Coyote Lite in 270wsm, bullet is Federal Premium 110gr. tipped triple shock, it did its job.
