LYON
PMA Member
As we are approaching the cold months here, I am getting more and more excited to start hunting coyotes. Deer hunting comes first, but over the last few years of learning the game of calling yotes it is something that makes me really excited for snow and full moons nights! We have pretty much stuck to going out during 3/4 - full moon nights when there is snow on the ground. The coyotes are much more active at night and it's just awesome out there hunting under the moon!
So in preparation for the season, Saturday the 28th, I decided to quickly shoot a few long range shots with my .22-250 to see where it was hitting. I was going to shoot my muzzleloader anyway so I grabbed the 250 as well. I had a good idea of what to expect, but have never shot it past 300 yards. I'm sighted in about 1.5" high at 100 yards. I shot 2 shots at 300 and 2 shots at 400. The 300 yard shots hit about 1.5" low and made about a 2" group but I know I moved slightly on one of them. The two 400 yard shots hit about 5" low and were right around a 2" group as well.
Feeling pretty good about a 2" group at 400, I obviously had to take a picture and send to some guys just to pat myself on the back.
The next morning, I'm standing in my kitchen looking out the window towards the pond and wouldn't you know a coyote is skirting the edge of the pond. I take off and run downstairs, grab my gun and a couple of bullets and sneak out the basement door (pond side of the house). I sneak about 10 yards from the house were I can see over the edge of the hill down to the pond and there she was, probably 130 yards away, looking right at me. Actually she was probably looking at the kids right above me who were all watching out of the patio door. I was on one knee with nothing to rest on and holding a heavy bull barrel steady is tough to do. She put her head back straight and began walking again so I gave a quick bark, she stopped and I let her have it. I'm not completely sure why, but I hit her high. Took out her spine, she dropped but soon had herself up on her front legs and dragging herself along. I racked the second round in, grabbed a plastic chair from behind me for a rest and shot again. I either hit her in the same spot or missed. Crap, out of bullets. I ran back inside, grabbed two more, came back out and by that time she was right on the pond edge facing away. First shot, missed again...no idea why or what happened, but she was still sitting there. She turned towards me and I smoked her in the chest. Game over. So I went from all high and mighty, look what my gun will do, and the very next day it takes me 4 shots to kill a dog at 130 yards. Pride comes before a fall I guess. Either way, it's a dead coyote.
She wasn't huge, but had a really nice, light colored coat on her. It would have made a cool tanned hide to hang in the basement. But......those 50 gr. soft points can really cause some unreal damage when they hit something hard.
So in preparation for the season, Saturday the 28th, I decided to quickly shoot a few long range shots with my .22-250 to see where it was hitting. I was going to shoot my muzzleloader anyway so I grabbed the 250 as well. I had a good idea of what to expect, but have never shot it past 300 yards. I'm sighted in about 1.5" high at 100 yards. I shot 2 shots at 300 and 2 shots at 400. The 300 yard shots hit about 1.5" low and made about a 2" group but I know I moved slightly on one of them. The two 400 yard shots hit about 5" low and were right around a 2" group as well.
Feeling pretty good about a 2" group at 400, I obviously had to take a picture and send to some guys just to pat myself on the back.
The next morning, I'm standing in my kitchen looking out the window towards the pond and wouldn't you know a coyote is skirting the edge of the pond. I take off and run downstairs, grab my gun and a couple of bullets and sneak out the basement door (pond side of the house). I sneak about 10 yards from the house were I can see over the edge of the hill down to the pond and there she was, probably 130 yards away, looking right at me. Actually she was probably looking at the kids right above me who were all watching out of the patio door. I was on one knee with nothing to rest on and holding a heavy bull barrel steady is tough to do. She put her head back straight and began walking again so I gave a quick bark, she stopped and I let her have it. I'm not completely sure why, but I hit her high. Took out her spine, she dropped but soon had herself up on her front legs and dragging herself along. I racked the second round in, grabbed a plastic chair from behind me for a rest and shot again. I either hit her in the same spot or missed. Crap, out of bullets. I ran back inside, grabbed two more, came back out and by that time she was right on the pond edge facing away. First shot, missed again...no idea why or what happened, but she was still sitting there. She turned towards me and I smoked her in the chest. Game over. So I went from all high and mighty, look what my gun will do, and the very next day it takes me 4 shots to kill a dog at 130 yards. Pride comes before a fall I guess. Either way, it's a dead coyote.
She wasn't huge, but had a really nice, light colored coat on her. It would have made a cool tanned hide to hang in the basement. But......those 50 gr. soft points can really cause some unreal damage when they hit something hard.