Mark One for the Good Guys!

After my opening outing, some slight scope adjustments, and a new confidence, I returned to the field this morning for a chilly 33 degree breezy to windy morning.  I set up cross-wind to catch any sneaky dogs struggling to wind me. A good problem to have is a set that spans such an area you could use an extra set of eyes, I've found that my best bet hunting solo is to put a large yucca at my back and sit tight, although I often think about the dog that is going to jump in my lap at any time. Today wasn't the day for a lap dog, but after 13 minutes on the distress call, he came around my shooting side from down wind. We saw each other at the same time and it was game on.  First shot at forty some yards was solid, did the job.  The second shot was a good double tap, then why a third shot you ask?  Ok, maybe I have a little 'yote fever and I didn't want the same results as last week.  However you break it down, the first dog of the year laid down and stayed. The Colorado wind picked up even more and a couple of following sets provided nothing but the chills.  My father has always told me that coyotes are so crafty that "if the end of world was happening, the last species on Earth would be a battle between 'yotes and cockroaches", Wile E. was just a little too curious this morning.