Here is a good one from this weekend. One of my best friends and I were hanging out and he started telling me about a new .357 that he bought. Somehow it got around to him asking me if I could get a coyote in close enough that he could shoot it with his pistol. Our extent of shooting together has been popping PDs when we were younger, but nothing as of late because of his and my work schedule difference and his new wife. I told him that I would give it a try and we headed out to his grandpa's land that I regularly hunt and where my "Money Hole" is.

We get to the location and I start calling. About 8 minutes into the stand I see a coyote coming in, but I knew that it was going to wind us before it got close enough. I look over to let my friend know that I spotted one and I see him with the pistol in his hand with the cylinder open, barrel pointing downward, and he is looking down the barrel for some reason. Getting his attention quietly with him having ear plugs in was tough, but when I finally did get it, and he looked up at me, I pointed towards the coyote coming in. He looked up and the first thing he did was pick up the end of the barrel! All of the shells went flying out of the cylinder and onto the ground in front of him.

I don't know where the coyote went, but it did take me about 5 minutes to stop crying from laughing so hard. To see him sitting there cussing and trying to pick those rounds up was absolutely comical.



Mike, you should move to Colorado. Then you, Howler, and I could get together and relieve this state of all of it's coyote population.

Side note: Happen to live near Pueblo, Co and wouldn't mind me tagging along on your coyote hunt, let me know.