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Friday evening I sent two trash dogs (coyotes) to hell. Hit the first one on the trot and spilled his guts all over the ground. He drug his mess into a bunch of thick planted pines and fed buzzards. Chambered another round and there was another one standing right where the first one was when I shot it. Evacuated this one's chest of its contents.
Sat Saturday morning and saw a Spi or 1/2 a 4 point, he was missing half his rack. Didn't pay it that much attention after I saw how small it was.
Saturday evening I sat across the club in another stand. 5 minutes before it was too dark to shoot I had a great big fat doe walk across the lane 70 yards away. She was there, then gone, never had a chance to transisition from bino's to the scope.
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