Always wanted to get a song-dog with my bow, but they've proven elusive. Finally got it done! I know I'm not the first, but I bet the percentage of bowhunters who have done it is pretty low.
Like so many hunting success stories, the opportunity to finally close the deal was really just a matter of being in the right place at the right time and getting a little bit lucky.
I'm walking back to my truck after a morning pig hunt. I start smelling skunk. I know I didn't set him off and there are no livestock on the place, so I get curious what would cause him to spray. As I'm tracking the smell up wind for the next 100 yards or so, I notice that it dissipates and then gets strong and then dissipates, etc. He is still actively spraying at something!
Then I can hear brush crashing and see some mesquite moving at about 50 yards. Wind is still stout and in my favor, so I quickly close the distance to about 30 yards, at which point I can begin to see the comedy occurring in the underbrush.
The skunk is pinned up against a stump and couple of coyotes are harassing him, taking swipes at him on the fly-by and paying for it every time. Just like my stupid dogs at home, the coyotes are taking turns having a go at the skunk and then repeatedly rolling around and rubbing their faces in the grass trying to get that awful funk out of their nose.
They were so engrossed in their activities they failed to notice that I'd slipped within 20 yards and enjoyed their hijinks for a minute before adding a Rage to the drama.
Like so many hunting success stories, the opportunity to finally close the deal was really just a matter of being in the right place at the right time and getting a little bit lucky.
I'm walking back to my truck after a morning pig hunt. I start smelling skunk. I know I didn't set him off and there are no livestock on the place, so I get curious what would cause him to spray. As I'm tracking the smell up wind for the next 100 yards or so, I notice that it dissipates and then gets strong and then dissipates, etc. He is still actively spraying at something!
Then I can hear brush crashing and see some mesquite moving at about 50 yards. Wind is still stout and in my favor, so I quickly close the distance to about 30 yards, at which point I can begin to see the comedy occurring in the underbrush.
The skunk is pinned up against a stump and couple of coyotes are harassing him, taking swipes at him on the fly-by and paying for it every time. Just like my stupid dogs at home, the coyotes are taking turns having a go at the skunk and then repeatedly rolling around and rubbing their faces in the grass trying to get that awful funk out of their nose.
They were so engrossed in their activities they failed to notice that I'd slipped within 20 yards and enjoyed their hijinks for a minute before adding a Rage to the drama.
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