With the wind blowing snow like crazy, I could barely see. Snow in my face, on my glasses, even in my clothes.
I was laying prone, half buried on a small mound of dirt, covered in snow, overlooking a small field like opening in the middle of dense cover that usually has tons of coyote tracks.
Of course having the hordes of money that I have, I was wearing the latest in "hi tech clothing". Which consisted of a pair of camo jeans, uninsulated rubber boots, a camo sweatshirt and your standard longjons. This is generally the case of course since I'm filthy rich....lol..... Gloves? Who needs them? Facemask? Why bother? Hat? This thin baseball cap will do the trick.
Waterproof stuff would have been nice. Having snow melt into and then freeze my clothing to my skin was so much fun, I'm not sure why thats not a sport in itself...
All of this of course so I can lay there screaming like a dying rabbit, using the turkey call in my mouth.
The end product of my efforts? Absolutely nothing of course.
Truck said 15 degrees when I was finally able to get my frozen, creaking, tin man legs to move and carry me back. That would probably explain why my hands were blue and no longer working. Good news is, I no longer have finger prints, so I can finally start comitting crimes. They froze to the gun with the rest of the skin from my hands.
Remind me again why I am out there? Oh yeah, to kill a coyote. I need to find one as dumb as Wile E. Coyote. I'm going online now to find an ACME rocket for tomorrows hunt.
For some reason, calling in foxes is much easier than coyotes. For every coyote I call in, I probably call in 10 foxes.
I want a dang coyote for taxidermy practice already though!!!
And by damn, I will get one before this season is over! I will not quit until the final hour of the last day.
Oh they DO EXIST! LOL
