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The other morning when my wife left the yard, she texted me; coyote in with the sheep by the feeders.
I grab the .22, which was the wrong choice. I should have taken the time to grab the .222 or the .22-250. But, time was of the essence.
I get out there and spot the yote about 200 yards away, and pop at it a few times to at least scare it. Well that was a waste, I thought to myself. Walked back to the driveway, and all heck was breaking loose. Three of our guard dogs had the coyote penned into an alleyway. Easy shot now, I figured. Nope, outa shells. Coyote trots towards the bush and I went back to grab the RIGHT gun.
And the dogs went ballistic. I got back out there. Coyote pinned to the snow, two dogs have it by the rear. Third dog was who knows where. I couldn’t finish it as the dogs were dodging and fkailling around. As I stood there, mama dog grabbed the coyote by the back of the skull. Crunch. And the thing went limp, just like that. She kept chewing and shaking for about 10 minutes. Big diesel dog chewed the thing methodically from one end to the other, working as a team from hell. I was wowed.
So I have found two other dead coyotes this last year, and could only presume. But now I know. They are worth their weight in valuable lamb.
Get guard dogs.
We have 5. Two are in training on zip lines. The three free ones took care of business. The third dog wasn’t in on the action because when I shot, it seemed to scare him off unfortunately.
I grab the .22, which was the wrong choice. I should have taken the time to grab the .222 or the .22-250. But, time was of the essence.
I get out there and spot the yote about 200 yards away, and pop at it a few times to at least scare it. Well that was a waste, I thought to myself. Walked back to the driveway, and all heck was breaking loose. Three of our guard dogs had the coyote penned into an alleyway. Easy shot now, I figured. Nope, outa shells. Coyote trots towards the bush and I went back to grab the RIGHT gun.
And the dogs went ballistic. I got back out there. Coyote pinned to the snow, two dogs have it by the rear. Third dog was who knows where. I couldn’t finish it as the dogs were dodging and fkailling around. As I stood there, mama dog grabbed the coyote by the back of the skull. Crunch. And the thing went limp, just like that. She kept chewing and shaking for about 10 minutes. Big diesel dog chewed the thing methodically from one end to the other, working as a team from hell. I was wowed.
So I have found two other dead coyotes this last year, and could only presume. But now I know. They are worth their weight in valuable lamb.
Get guard dogs.
We have 5. Two are in training on zip lines. The three free ones took care of business. The third dog wasn’t in on the action because when I shot, it seemed to scare him off unfortunately.