We used to do it without any dogs. We'd get a few farmers together, and everybody had CBs back then. One or two pickups would drive through a creek drainage or playa lake bed, and another 2 or 3 pickups would be spread out around the edges and/or on the dirt roads. When a coyote or three would run out of the cover, the chase would be on. Sometimes we'd get 'em before they went 100 yards, and sometimes we'd chase 'em 10-15 miles (in circles).
The funniest thing I remember was one COLD morning with snow everywhere, we had a coyote surrounded on a frozen playa lake. We were all on the county roads around the pasture about 400-500 yards from him. He was slipping and sliding and busting his arse on the ice. We were all laughing and telling each other "SHOOT HIM!!!" on the CBs. Nobody could stop laughing long enough to make a steady shot, but we had him going in circles on the ice. Somebody finally got him, but the ice was too thin to walk out and get him.
Disclaimer: We knew everyone in the county back then and had permission to hunt anywhere we wanted to go, pretty much, and the GW nor anyone else ever cared a bit if we shot off of the dirt roads. In fact, he'd go with us sometimes. We didn't shoot off of or across pavement, and we never tore up any fences. We DID have a ball on lots of snowy mornings when we couldn't get into the fields to strip cotton or plow.
Those were definitely the good ol' days.
The funniest thing I remember was one COLD morning with snow everywhere, we had a coyote surrounded on a frozen playa lake. We were all on the county roads around the pasture about 400-500 yards from him. He was slipping and sliding and busting his arse on the ice. We were all laughing and telling each other "SHOOT HIM!!!" on the CBs. Nobody could stop laughing long enough to make a steady shot, but we had him going in circles on the ice. Somebody finally got him, but the ice was too thin to walk out and get him.
Disclaimer: We knew everyone in the county back then and had permission to hunt anywhere we wanted to go, pretty much, and the GW nor anyone else ever cared a bit if we shot off of the dirt roads. In fact, he'd go with us sometimes. We didn't shoot off of or across pavement, and we never tore up any fences. We DID have a ball on lots of snowy mornings when we couldn't get into the fields to strip cotton or plow.

Those were definitely the good ol' days.
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