My bear hunting partner has been sick and as I suspected he would do, he backed out at the last minute. I would have loved going up after the big bear myself but it is way the heck up in some pretty rough 4X4 country, no cell service and my knee being as bad as it is I opted to try my hand at a little song dog calling instead.
My first stand was pretty much like they have all been this year. Call, call, call, glass, glass, glass, nothing, nothing, nothing. I stayed on the first stand about 25 minutes. I moved about a mile to the south east towards a large hill. I parked the Mite on the south east slope and set up my second stand on the north west slope. I settled down and just sat and watched for about 10 minutes. My e-caller was placed down the hill about 50 yards and it was about 100 yards from there to the flats below. Using my Bushnell archery range finder the angle to the bottom showed to be 21 degrees, not enough to cause me any sighting issues.
I started the caller with “Lightning Jack” on volume #1. I played that off and on for about five minutes before pausing to switch sounds. Out in front of me were three crows diving and cawing at a gully about 300 yards away. I fixated on the gully, watching the crows for any sign there might be a coyote they were harassing. The crows flew up the gully and landed about 250 yards straight in front of and slightly to my left. I kept watching and soon appeared a coyote from the gully wash nipping at the crows that stayed just out of reach of the coyote. This went on for a few minutes. It was comical and interesting at the same time. Coyote behavior is very complex.
I continued with the e-caller on volume #1 with “Jackrabbit Distress” and this dog just sat there trying to focus on the caller but nipping at the crows. With a fast charge the crows took off and circled above. I tried to get that coyote in closer for almost 20 minutes and was only able to get it in to 215 yards. The coyote would look away and I would sound the caller. The coyote would look to the caller and I would stop. It was quite fun messing with it, or was it messing with me???
The coyote looked away again and I moved my rifle the little bit it took to get the cross hairs on it then sounded the caller again and blam! It was quartered towards me facing to my right. I watched in the scope as blood spayed from both sides and down it went less than 20 yards from where hit. I continued to watch for another five or so minutes just to be certain there were not more then packed up and drove down the hill. 215 yards and smacked the exact spot my cross hairs were resting on. Double lung and possibly heart too!
Took a sizable chunk out the other side! 
Not a huge dog but a nice sized female. I tried a number more stands with no luck. I packed it in and headed for the house. I did get rained on a few times!
