Chief's rabbit story above reminded me of a favorite story about my recently passed, life long hunting buddy. We spent a lifetime hunting, fishing and shooting HP rifle competition together. He was the brother I never had and I miss him dearly.
This particular morning, we had spent the early morning hours deer hunting and then switched gears to calling predators (thus the 30-06 in the role of a predator rifle).
We were sitting on opposite sides of one of the roadways at an intersection & calling, as we had done hundreds of times. I was covering the north and west 2 tracks and he had the south and east two.
We'd been calling about 15 minutes or so when I heard Don whisper, "coyote". I slowly eased around to see a coyote running hard to the call, at least 600 yards to our south. I stopped the call, but he never slowed down and when he got within about 100 yards of us, I noticed his tongue was hanging way out, like he had come a
long distance! About that time I heard Don's 30-06 bark and the coyote tumbled end over end in the middle of the roadway.
I congratulated him on the shot and when we picked up the coyote, there was absolutely no sign of a bullet entry
or exit. He was shooting M2 ball from which he had pulled the full jacket bullet and replaced it with a 150 gr. Nosler partition bullet. A very mild, but effective whitetail load which we had both used successfully over the years. Obviously the bullet had entered the coyote's open mouth and never exited, as there was absolutely no visible blood to be found. We figure the bullet must have entered the spine, as that is the only way we could explain no exit.
Earlier that same year were hunting together when we spotted this nice buck a bit over 100 yards. It was Don's turn to shoot and I watched through binoculars as he dropped the buck offhand, with that same load.
When he passed I learned that his widow was planning to sell that mount. Never could figure out why anyone would purchase a mount that they had not harvested themselves, but this one means more to me, than my own mounts do.
RIP, Don.
Regards,
hps