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Around daylight yesterday my wife saw a Badger walking thru our yard. It was about 11 degrees, so I bundled up and got a rifle out of the truck to carry on the 4 wheeler. I couldn't find the Badger, but since I was "out there" and had an old Primos closed-reed call in my pocket, I decided to ride over to some straw bales on my Brother's place and try to call a Coyote. It was cold enough that I had to dig out some hand warmer packets to put in my gloves so I could feel the throttle -- I need hot grips on the 4 wheeler and especially a thumb warmer.
Anyway, I got to the round bales and hid the Honda behind one. It was a great view, 360 degrees and only a slight breeze from the North. After my second calling series and only 2-3 minutes after I started, this nice, heavy male popped up about 300 yards away, headed right for me.
I let him get inside 100 yards, at which point he started to circle my position --- heading for downwind like they do. I gave him a "Whoa" and he stopped. One shot thru the lungs -- he never moved except for wringing his tail.
Anyway, I got to the round bales and hid the Honda behind one. It was a great view, 360 degrees and only a slight breeze from the North. After my second calling series and only 2-3 minutes after I started, this nice, heavy male popped up about 300 yards away, headed right for me.
I let him get inside 100 yards, at which point he started to circle my position --- heading for downwind like they do. I gave him a "Whoa" and he stopped. One shot thru the lungs -- he never moved except for wringing his tail.
