Hunting report

I have been spending time in the woods recently in a vain attempt to slay some bambi for the purposes of consumption. It’s probably correct to say that I suck as a hunter. But at least it’s not for a lack of trying! My excuse is that I don’t have what I’ll call “the luck” for hunting.

Hunting deer and squirrel is an absolute passion of mine that forces all other pursuits onto the back burner this time of year. But unlike my late brother, and some friends I have, I have to work very hard to be successful. Nonetheless hunting for me is like an itch I can never fully scratch. So I just keep plugging away at it and enjoy whatever nature throws my way – like this little incident:

I got into my stand early Saturday morning long before sunrise. My plan was to get into position and let the woods have plenty of time to settle down. No matter how quietly you ease in, by comparison to the natural sounds of wildlife, a human entering the woods makes quite a bit of sound and disruption. Once I get into my stand and climb to around twenty or thirty feet, I can get extremely still and quiet and take in all that’s going on.

Mine is the most comfortable treestand in the world, and it allows me to safely cat-nap without any fear of falling. So Saturday I was just getting settled in to snooze while waiting on the dawn when I heard a group of coyotes start barking and howling. It came from the area of woods where I had been set up just the previous morning. The first group was then answered by another group of “yotes” a few hundred yards farther off, and finally a third distinct group could be heard way off in the distance.

It was quite a sound to hear – let me tell you; particularly when the thought occurs that I had walked into these swamps bordering the Satilla River all by myself with only a crossbow as a weapon. And here I was, several hundred yards back in the swamp, in the deep pre-dawn darkness, being serenaded by what sounded like forty or fifty coyotes. For about fifteen minutes they set up the most outlandish caterwauling, yapping, and wailing that you could possibly imagine. Some of the sounds they made even sounded like human screams and screeches, and it was enough to raise the hair on the back of my neck. I took much comfort in the knowledge that I was more than twenty-five feet off the ground, and thus well out of their reach.

The following morning, I took comfort in the .40 pistol hanging on my hip when I entered those same dark woods all by my lonesome. Technically it’s illegal to carry a firearm during bow-season. But that’s one of those rules that I will forevermore ignore.


MikeH. said...


With all that yipping and yapping, you'll have no luck napping... or finding a deer to tag.

Sounds like it's time to thin out the yote packs to help restore the "natural balance."


GunRights4US said...

My thoughts exactly. I wish I had discovered the extent of the "infestation" well before hunting season so that I could have already been dealing with it.

Dennis308 said...

GR you probibly don´t have to much to worry about Coyotes atacking a human they usually are pretty shy. They do ¨talk¨to each other but generally stay in groups of two(pairing up for life)and will only come close to other Pairs on a carcass, of say someones game or livstock. And even then will wait turns to feed,except in extreem famin.
But a over population will scare dear away on accout the dear don´t want to raise their young to close to any preditors. So if now you have an excuse(if you need one)for more hunting say this spring about 6-8 weeks after the birthing of the coyote pups, after they have stated to ween the pups that is.


GunRights4US said...

I pretty much knew I wasn't in any danger. But saying that aloud here in the well lit environs of my office is a far cry from the feeling I got out there in the dark gloom of the swamp! I wasn't aware of the pairing you described. I had always envisioned them running in packs. And I certainly know they are hell on the deer herd. All the tracks I mistakenly assumed were that of dogs makes me realize that my crappy luck isn't the ONLY reason I've not seen a deer in the last 3 weeks.

Western Mass. Man said...

I'm with Dennis308.
Here in my area, we used to have a good harvest every year. Now your lucky if you get to see a flag jumping over a downed tree. Many hunters are blaming coyotes/coydogs for low harvests.
Whats even worse, ever since Romney signed our states AWB, many people just gave up on hunting/firearms all together because of the "hoops" the PTB have us jumping through to keep our right.