VOLUME 11----------------MAY 2003
SHOOTIN', HUNTIN', AND RELOADIN'
WITH THE OL' MISSOURI HILLBILLY
Last month I wrote about some load development for the Little Heifer's .243 and my .25-06. As reported, we ended up with some loads that were pretty good in the accuracy department. These will hopefully be tested on some Missouri coyotes later this spring.
The .25-06 got an earlier test than expected last week. Yep, just as I predicted last month, a dang coyote came into the yard and threatened suicide, so I just had to put it out of its misery!
Seriously, I was standing at the sink in my pajamas, drinking coffee, when I caught a flash of movement that said, "coyote." It was moving right along, so I didn't really expect to get the Ruger out of the closet and get a shot before it was into the woods again. Sure enough, when I got out on the porch there was no coyote in sight.
A quick reversal and a dash to the game call drawer, put a cottontail distress call in my hand. Back on the cold concrete porch, bare feet growin' icicles, I let loose with some serious dying rabbit squalls.
I must digress here, and repeat a little story I told in my July 2002 newsletter. Jennifer, our six year old granddaughter, had spent the night. A coyote showed up that morning too, and I rushed out with the rifle, only to find no coyote in sight. Just the day before, Jennifer and I had been playing with an old predator call that I've had for 35 years, so she grabbed that and came outside with me.
She began blowin' on that dang thing, makin' the most goshawful screeches I ever heard. I was so busy tryin' to get her to shut up, that I was far from ready when the coyote came back into the clearing. Said yodel dog saw us, and hightailed it out of there much too quickly to get a shot.
A few days later, I bought some new predator calls at the Sportsman's Warehouse that included an instructional video. First thing on the video, ol' Dr. Ed Sceery, shows us how NOT to blow a predator call. No wonder I never called in a coyote in 35 years, 'cause it sounded just like me!
Next scene: Dr. Sceery shows us how to do it right. Yep, you guessed it, sounded just like Jennifer!
Well, let it not be said that I can't learn from a little kid. I squawked on that call just like she taught me, peeked around the corner of the house, and here comes Ms. Coyote. Coyote stops, hammer drops, dead coyote. No necropsy was necessary to see the damage caused by the explosive nature of those little 75 grain Hornady V Max bullets. The load I was using pushes those little pills in excess of 3500 fps! In the interest of good taste, the pictures that follow show the "good side."
Yes, I put on my clothes before I went out in the wet grass
Ruger No. 1 in .25-06 with a Leupold Vari X III, 4.5 to 14 x 40mm
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Well, It's time to shut down here, So . . . .
'Til next time, Keep 'em shootin' straight, shoot 'em often, and above all, BE SAFE!!!!!
THE OL' HILLBILLY