Went out this morning before my nephew's birthday party and made a couple of stands. The first stand that sent 4 coyotes our way last year was only good for brining in 30 head of Jersey cows that wanted to know what all the racket was about.
The second stand was a little better, dad was doing the calling looking across a rock quarry pit in grandpa's pasture, bro in law and I were 60 yards away looking down into some timber. After a few series of calls dad got a shot.
They were both carrying their put together AR's with RRA coyote uppers. I was old school today with an 1885 in .22 Hornet.
pic of bro in law and dad (ole_270 on here)
I'd heard my bro in law lip squeeking for quite a while before dad shot the coyote, turns out a bobcat had came in but he couldn't get a shot off before it got into the timber to disappear.