PHOTO COURTESY OF DAVID ZEUG I was right, too. Two opportunities at coyotes in one day does not happen often. Two chances a year are more likely for me, but I’d experienced the adrenaline rush that comes when you put in your time and were given a chance. And like I said, isn’t that what we’re really hunting for anyway? I wasn’t done yet, though. It was clear coyotes were running the lake’s ice in their quest to f ind food and each other during their mid winter mating season. A couple days later I was working another piece of shoreline, glassing and calling periodically as I hunted into the light wind when I saw him trotting toward me, poking into various pockets in the twisted ridges of ice. Sometimes he’d climb to the top of them and look out over the arctic like landscape. Once he even lay down on top of one until a roving band of ravens pestered him enough to get him moving again. I hoped my third chance would be a charm. My cover was good, the gun was resting on my glove again and he was closing fast, almost too fast. I have enough trouble hitting a coyote standing still and this one was trotting steadily and would soon be within my 150-yard comfort zone. I wanted him to stop and knew how to make that happen. I dug my call out of my pocket and put it in my mouth while following him in my scope. One short, quiet note was all it took to stop him in his tracks. And a split second later after the front shoulder hit, he was nose down on the ice. Coyote populations are up east of the Mississippi and unlike other furbearers, so are the prices on prime coyote pelts. And the memories gained from hunting these fascinating predators? Priceless. Volume 03  No. 01  | 2019  ‡‡‡