Jane and I had been working the horses early this morning, so when the day started to heat up we went back to the house for more coffee and some brunch. I got the bacon done and had just cracked eggs into the skillet when Jane reported movement to the South, close to yesterday's hog carcass (see the Hog Hunting Forum, "Before Breakfast Boar"). Grabbing some handy binos, she hollered, "Two coyotes!".
Leaving her to finish the eggs (hey, I already had the bacon finished, remember?), I grabbed the Sako AI Varmint again and headed outside and stepped down to the pool house. My BBQ firewood stacked atop the wall made a dandy sniper's hide, and about 30 seconds of patience on my part was rewarded by one of the 'yotes reappearing.
I'm sighted 2" high at 100; he's about 150. Hold a tad low as he's facing me; not enough wind to bother with. Crack. Whump. Back inside to eat, then a short drive around for verification.
His fawn-eating days are over, and his last meal was some pretty "high" pork tartar. The little 50 grain Nosler Ballistic Tip centered his throat, doing unspeakable things to his spine and CNS. Goodnight, Irene.