I slipped out about an hour before dark tonite and hit up one of my honey holes. I got about a 1/2 mile from my pickup walking in and realized that I had forgotten my shooting sticks [:@]I was breaking through the crust on the top of the snow and was over my knees every step so I didn't feel like going back so I kept going. I got to my calling spot an got set up, I sat for about 15 minutes to let everything settle down, since I sounded like a herd of elephants walking in. The spot I am calling has great visibility for about 2 miles over looking a bunch of pasture with good creek bottoms/willows in it. Normally, I can spot a coyote before I start calling in this spot, but came up with nothing so I stated in quiet on the Tweety. After my first series of about 20 seconds nothing was moving (or so I thought), so I went into a real aggressive series on it and about that time I caught movement directly to my right. I had a pair of coyotes 100 yards away from me. They apparently didn't care much for how loud I was and as the lead dog turned to go away I spun around and got on it, I barked to try to stop it and it started to trot away, so I texas heart shot it with a 55gr Nosler BT handload that I just worked up. I spun around and tried to get on the second dog but never could get a shot. When I looked up I saw the other dog cresting a hill about 200 yards away. After about a 350 yard blood trail I finally found it bled out. The good news was it ran closer to my pickup, the bad news was they aren't worth anything anymore. I took 27 coyotes to 2 different fur buyers last nite and only end up getting 12 of them sold for $5 a piece.

Here's the nights dog: