A little over a week ago, I shot a good-sized boar and a coyote at TBR, my buddy's place just outside of Montague. The yote was eating a rabbit when I shot it and later the hog was sniffing the ground around the last few yards of the drag to the 'bone yard' when I shot it. The bone yard is a deep ravine dump location where we dispose of carcasses on the property. The really nice thing about the whole deal was that the drag to the bone yard for the hog was only about 10 yards. As happens during warm weather, the bone yard ripens pretty well to a nasty smell. The bone yard is that the SE end of a N-S field that is about 400 yards long. The stand is on the west side tree line about 160 yards north of the southern tree line. There is a small food plot in the SE portion of the field and the rest is planted in hay.
Last night, the winds were howling out of the south, but the temps were in the mid 70s and quite pleasant. Soon after getting in the stand, I spied a yote at about 140-150 yards SE of me. I lined up a shot as it slowed down, judged the wind, and apparently sailed a shot right over it. Informed the landowner and he suggested that the bone yard and wind were probably going to do a good job of calling yotes. He was right.
A couple of hours later, this gal came walking through the middle of the field and walked right past me. I got my gun up and the wind died down and she stopped for some reason about 60 yards SSE of me, severely quartered away, when I too the shot. She D'dRT. The 6.5 Grendel 123 gr. SST entered the right side mid body and exited the left side in the front portion of the shoulder. When peeling the skin back, the exit was about the size of a 50 cent piece. There were 2 or 3 large drops of blood on her coat, but otherwise virtually no blood from the entry or exit wounds. She also had a wound to her left hip that was recent, but scabbed.
The fun part came later when four deer showed up to browse. They migrated from the food plot into the hay field and strangely spent over and hour spooked by the dead yote and grazing within 30 yards down wind of it. The spent another couple of hours in the field within 70 or 80 yards of it, south and/or west of it. They weren't as bothered by it as when they were down wind, but they continually kept stopping to turn and look at it.
Later, I watched another yote come out of the bone yard ravine and immediately turn and disappear into the woods and did not get a shot on it.
No hogs ever showed. The winds continued to howl and so I finally called it a night after midnight.
Last night, the winds were howling out of the south, but the temps were in the mid 70s and quite pleasant. Soon after getting in the stand, I spied a yote at about 140-150 yards SE of me. I lined up a shot as it slowed down, judged the wind, and apparently sailed a shot right over it. Informed the landowner and he suggested that the bone yard and wind were probably going to do a good job of calling yotes. He was right.
A couple of hours later, this gal came walking through the middle of the field and walked right past me. I got my gun up and the wind died down and she stopped for some reason about 60 yards SSE of me, severely quartered away, when I too the shot. She D'dRT. The 6.5 Grendel 123 gr. SST entered the right side mid body and exited the left side in the front portion of the shoulder. When peeling the skin back, the exit was about the size of a 50 cent piece. There were 2 or 3 large drops of blood on her coat, but otherwise virtually no blood from the entry or exit wounds. She also had a wound to her left hip that was recent, but scabbed.
The fun part came later when four deer showed up to browse. They migrated from the food plot into the hay field and strangely spent over and hour spooked by the dead yote and grazing within 30 yards down wind of it. The spent another couple of hours in the field within 70 or 80 yards of it, south and/or west of it. They weren't as bothered by it as when they were down wind, but they continually kept stopping to turn and look at it.
Later, I watched another yote come out of the bone yard ravine and immediately turn and disappear into the woods and did not get a shot on it.
No hogs ever showed. The winds continued to howl and so I finally called it a night after midnight.
