Last week Charlie called to ask if he could invite himself down to the island for the weekend and BTW would I like to go coyote hunting on Saturday.
Charlie is a close friend of almost 20 years and a dedicated hunter and shooting enthusiast. I don’t mind hunting but Charlie lives to hunt. He is also a huge fan of all things paraphernalia. He loves to acquire guns and ammunition, knives, hunting clothes, various pack sacks and boots. I enjoy spending time with Charlie, he is a good friend.
We used to spend a lot of time hunting geese and ducks and for the past few years we have gotten together every fall to hunt moose and deer. But his latest venture is predator hunting. He spent some time over Christmas redoing the stock on a new gun so that it has a flat almost camo finish. He built himself a battery operated caller with an amplifier, speaker and cd player all enclosed in a single lunch sized cooler painted to camouflage it in the snow.
Charlie arrived Friday around 4pm and we started with a couple of cold beverages followed by a very tasty supper and then we withdrew to the sauna to sweat and solve a few world problems. Unless you have spent time in a sauna you have no idea how intelligent and forward thinking you are sitting naked in a small darkened room with the temperature at 80C and the steam coming off the super heated stones. We chatted for a few minutes after coming back to the house and then it was of to bed.
The plan with coyote hunting is to put on a white outer layer to make you as invisible as possible to any coyote that might happen by. You then set up in a likely looking place with the caller emitting pre-recorded sounds of rabbits being eaten, coyotes eating rabbits and other shrieks and wails that will make any red-blooded coyote within earshot sit up, say to his pals “what in hell is going on” and go bounding through the woods to investigate. Charlie told me that you set-up, play the recordings and if nothing happens in half and hour or so you move on the the next candidate location.
Saturday morning dawned clear and crisp, alright it was -21C at 8.30am as we left the house. The first stop was just down the road where we walked into a site on a neighbour’s lot. We got set up and hunkered down on a pair of upended 5 gallon pails that Charlie had brought for that purpose. There were fresh coyote tracks running through the area so we knew we were in a good spot. 40 minutes later my feet were cold, the cd player was acting a little wonky and no coyotes had come bounding through the woods. Short conference led to the decision it was time to get in the truck and drive to the bakery for coffee and a warm up. So off we went.

The coffee was hot and the bakery was warm but after loading up on some body fuel Charlie decided we should get back out in the cold so off we went to our next stop, a piece of property we had permission to hunt on the mainland. En route Charlie managed to single-handedly drink a large coffee, shift gears and inhale an entire 6″ cherry pie. Charlie likes cherry pie.
On arrival we got he truck parked, re-gowned in our white camo outfits and walked in about a half kilometer or so to the spot where we wanted to set up. An excellent location on the south facing slope of a maple bush. It was also noticeably warmer. Another 45 minutes of sitting quietly in the shadow listening to the pre-recorded squeals and wails. Then, it was time for lunch. Yay! So we packed up, trudged back to the truck and drove to a restaurant in Bruce Mines for a sandwich and a bowl of hearty soup. I’m starting to like this kind of hunting!
After lunch we headed back to the island and our third and final set-up on another neighbour’s property. By now the sun was as high as it was going to get in a clear blue sky and the temp was approaching the freezing point. Charlie picked a spot in the shade with the sun at his back while I chose a tree trunk right in the sun to lean up against. My only solution to the sun burning into my eyes was to lean my head against the tree and close my eyes. When I regained consciousness, Charlie was packing up the caller and it appears that it was time to head home. It had been a pleasant day and were now headed to a cold beverage and a steak BBQ. The coyotes are safe for another day and we’ve had fun in the snow.