| A Predator Hunt with Joe Miller By Rocky Ferraro This is a type of hunting that I have never done before. I’ve had a call for years now that I blow once in a while. It’s got a God offal blood curdling sound of something; I guess a rabbit, screaming for dear life. I was pig and coyote hunting with Joe Miller, Bill Miller’s son. We had been looking at pig tracks for most of the day while walking and driving on the property. The property is a vast array of landscapes. Some of it rolling hills dotted with huge oak trees and some of sweeping prairie. Once in a while you run into an oasis lined with trees. We jumped a deer or 2 along the trails; some bucks and some does. We go back to camp and plan our evening hunt. Joe suggests an area to go and try. As we sit glassing one of the hills, clouds float over and decide to cool us down from the day’s hot sun. We hear the crackle of a fire arm off in the distance. One hunter has shot a coyote; he is tracking the coyote after the shot. We pack up and change location to another hill. While sitting and glassing the hills and as the sun is setting Joe spots a Bobcat about 300 yards away. He takes out his predator call and blows the agonizing sound. We sit and wait all of a sudden about 20 yards away a coyote is heading for the last location of the wounded animals sound. We spot the coyote and Joe like a bolt of lightening reacts. The crackle of the firearm like thunder goes off and the coyote is down. |
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