Bill (338 dude) and I went out a little this weekend in the mornings on some new amazing property that he was able to secure, and we had an odd experience. It was absolutely the last straw for me with match ammo. In the past couple of years I've used hornady eld-m ammo with great success on whitetail, and have killed a few yotes with them too, but only when you hit bone. We set up Saturday morning in a beautiful rolling pasture and started calling just before daylight. Almost exclusively non-confrontational vocalizations, and primarily pup sounds. On our second set, after about 35 mins, I was losing hope and hit a fawn distress. I normally avoid it when there are cows in the enclosure because it is the best cow call I've ever seen, but it's the right time of year so I went with it. Sure enough, here came the herd. They surrounded my call so I turned it off. We figured the stand was over, so we sat there in the silence for about 10 mins whispering quietly about our next move. Just before we were about to stand up, I spotted a short haired, large dog slinking through the herd about 150y, quartering away from us. Bill was gracious enough to offer me the first shot, and it was at that moment that I realized that I had either already begun readying to fold up my position, or had never properly set up, because my Swagger bipod legs were setting me wayyyyy too high. The dog was noticing that something wasn't right, but it stopped broadside at 168y and gave me a perfect shot. I had gotten my Swagger adjusted by then and squeezed off a good shot. I have tested this, and I can hold a minute or better off of that rest with my elbows resting on my knees, and I got a clean trigger break and everything felt good. We saw it stumble, spin, and then run. Bill and I both sent a few follow up shots after it, but it was in the cows, so the safe opportunities where few. We couldn't find any blood, but it was green grass, soaked with recent rain about 18" tall, and as some of you know, with a small hole, they often won't put any blood on the ground for hundreds of yards. Needless to say, I'm 100% irrevocably done with match bullets for coyotes. I believe that animal is dead, but I cannot be sure. We followed it's likely path for several hundred yards, but the terrain made any attempt at tracking or finding blood virtually impossible. Later we stopped and talked to a farmer and locked up thousands of acres of amazing new ground. So, it was a great day..