In case you are like me, you may not know exactly what this means. We bought a gun… hear my giddiness - VERY EXCITING FOLKS, VERY EXCITING. When you have a gun, you go hunting, logically. Yes, I'm going to break this down into very simple language. We are going to 'provide' for our little family.
What should we hunt for first? Deer, buffalo, wild boars? No, it is South Dakota so we are going after some coyotes. Just a casual day of controlling the population. So, on Evan's birthday we went coyote hunting back at Lake Preston with Ross (Evan's roommate) and Jerod (a friend).
Our first obstacle we encountered was dressing me in camouflage. The only camouflage I had was my fashion plaid scarf! From previous experience I know that fashion and cold weather are like oil and water. With some help from Evan's brothers I got decked out in snow pants, jackets, gloves, and a stocking cap. I was ready to get Wile e Coyote! Can't see me, right?!
At 7:00 am we were headed to our first place to stake out the wanted dogs. Crawling onto some hay bales I prayed I wouldn't see a mouse. If I did well, it wouldn't be good. Ross got out his call, which produces howls and yelps and locates the coyotes. We start there and waited and waited… and waited. Nothing. Apparently when coyote hunting you have to move every 30 minutes if you don't see any action. Onto the next place - a shelter belt!
I decided I would just lay down in the trees and take a little nap. Little did I know that deer had infested the area earlier with their turds. Yep, I made the unknown known after I laid down in the poop. So while the guys were scoping out the horizons for animals I started to a little photo shoot.
Here's Evan!
Can you see Jerod?
We were off again to another location near a ranch. However this time we didn't sit in the brush, bales, or trees… nope we sat on a white shed. I'm not hot shot at hunting, but I really don't feel our camouflage work on the shed. No luck here either… this was not what we anticipated.
Our next location was behind Grandpa Jones' farm with some frozen sloughs. We called and had no response. After some investigating the guys found some coyote tracks and POOP! Evan picked it up with his gloves and starting looking it over. Well Ross took it a step further and took off his gloves to feel it was still fresh. It was. Gross. Yet, this was also a good sign because the coyotes were just here!! We crouched in the brush (like Ross below) to call and wait. While we were waiting I yawned and Evan stuck his finger in my mouth to be funny. He had forgotten one thing though - that was the same glove that had just held the precious poop!!! I HAD JUST INHALED COYOTE POOP.
After that incident we decided the 'yotes were gone, and we would try one more place. As we drove to the frozen slough I decided I would take a little nappy while the guys have some male bonding time. Thirty minutes passed and the guys returned to the vehicle to say they had saw two coyotes run out of the brush, shot, but missed!! I was so jealous and upset that I had been a pansy and took a nap!! As we were driving along I told them I wanted to live vicariously through them and need every detail. They continued to tell me about the experience. I figured it was like seeing an albino black bear… very rare. Then they cracked and couldn't take it anymore. Ross exclaimed, "fooled ya!" Oh I was so flustered because I had fully believed them! Ugh.
Nonetheless, I do not chalk the day up as a total waste because we did see a wild llama!! And as cheesy as this is, I did do more shooting than the guys… with my camera :) HA!
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