I’m catching the fever. All it took was one snowy February night out with a couple of well-seasoned (and very successful) predator hunters to become infected.
Within 15 minutes of our first stand of the night on a neighbor’s sheep farm, I connected on a 35-pound female coyote. After a brief series of rabbit distress calls and female coyote howls from a game call, one well-placed shot from the .6mm Creedmoor at 300 yards (peering through a thermal scope, I might add) had my adrenaline pumping like I just bagged a trophy buck.
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