So, it has been over a year since I’ve posted anything here on coyotestuff. Wow, time flies. And I’m lazy.…
…my Jeep emitted a NASTY snapping, grinding, breaking and broken metal sound. This can’t be good…
The White Pine district got it’s legs in the late 1860’s when the “White Pine fever” created the “White Pine rush”, with 13,000 claims filed in two year period. Spawning many short lived but colorful and vibrant camps and towns, including the Belmont mill, Shermantown, Eberhardt, Hamilton and Swansea and many others. At it’s peak in the early 1870’s the district was home to over 30,000 men.
So, off we went, navigating two tracks to get to the area that had looked promising from a distance. And eventually, we arrived. The Chuck Cathedral…
Coyote camp is a very special place for me. There is just nothing else that matches the freedom of wandering…
That’s exactly what I said to the kids when I spotted this cat. “Look! A lion!”
Spotted him running through the oak brush, looked like maybe chasing a deer. After the kids spotted him my daughter started whistling at him and he stopped, turned and took a few strides our way. Then jumped up on a stump to get a better look at us over the oak brush. Sitting up proud and pretty at about 70 yards!
The three ‘chucks above, all got popped in less than 10 seconds. That AR is just a hoot in a target rich environment!
…hours from pavement, some of the least traveled public land dirt roads in the entire United States. About halfway between nowhere and nowhere else… Two coyotes within 30 yards now and closing fast. The anticipation and adrenaline flowing at maximum. This is what I dream of when I sit down with my shotgun…
“Under the settlement announced Monday by officials for Utah and Juab County and a number of environmental groups, the federal government agreed to reopen Granite Canyon, Toms Creek and Trout Creek roads in the Deep Creek Mountains.”
Last Thursday, after confirming with the BLM that the gates were in fact now open, I pointed the Jeep’s hood west…
For me, coyote hunting is just an excuse to wander around exploring the big lonely high desert areas. Something about…