Last evening my son and I were looking for a good whitetail buck overlooking a deep draw. Far ridge was 500 yards to the gate at the crest of it so we had it pretty well covered. Group of does comes out and we watch them feed across the hill waiting for a buck to come by. All of a side the does go on alert and tail go up, a couple bolt and most just get real nervous. Coyote slips up from a little wash and tries through the group. I dial for my boy and the coyote does a flip and a spin before crawling into a patch of brush. 465 yards on a walking coyote in the grass is a pretty good shot for a 12 year old. I think he's still grinning in his sleep.
Beware of any old man in a profession where one usually dies young.
