
2nd set, same deal. Call one in within 5 minutes. This time it's in Tbunao's side and comes from his 4 o clock. It made it to 17 yards before they saw each other. Coyote #2 off to the races behind some boulders and junipers. No shots fired

3rd set, skunk city.
Driving in to the 4th set, Tbunao spots one running out of a draw. We bail out of the truck and I take a shot at 300-350 and...wait for it...miss! But just barely. We are having fun though.
Set 5...skunk city, the dying rabbit did spoke a group of 10-12 miley does out, so that was cool.
"Hey Tbunao, take a shot (my rifle) and see if you can hit anything" Tbunao aims, squeezes, "click". He was on an empty chamber.
Needless to say, a little rust to shake off before the next outing, but I think we will finally score a Montana yote!