The full moon coyote killers were out in force Sunday PM.
The night started out crappy as I was delayed an hour sitting in traffic from a bad accident on the Thruway.
Then going out to the first stand my partner slipped on some mud, dropped his rifle and broke one of the shoulder straps on his back pack.
After setting up, we had two dog's come into a field 180 yards away, but my buddy couldn't see the second dog, so we missed an opportunity at a double.
One dog is better than none.
After that stand, he noticed his scopes eyepiece cover was missing, so we spent the next half hour looking for it.
Joy of Joy's.
When we got to our second stand location, we heard a female coyote going to town very close by.
I snuck up to the top of the hill and my partner stayed low.
I called and she came right down the tractor trail on a string 150 yards away.
I dropped it and after checking it out, I noticed that it was a stanky dog with a badly mangled rear leg.
The last two dogs I've dropped had some type of disfigurement.
Two dogs down before midnight and two happy farmers.
Not bad for a full moon hunt.
SJC