Dave, I grew up in northeastern Montana. -25 with no wind made for a great day of calling. When I was growing up we didn't have coyotes but had a ton of fox. I was like you and grew up with a gun in my hand roaming the prairie. I hunted every weekend with my dad since I was nine years old until I left home at 18 and only saw one coyote. The 1080 really kept them down and as a kid I didn't know that was the reason. When they stop the 1080, two years later when I came home to hunt deer at Thanksgiving there were coyotes all over the place. I asked my dad what had happened and he just said he didn't know but the coyotes were all over the place. I was probably the first person to use a hand call in that county. In my old age, I like you, feel there is nothing better than going out sitting in the sage at the top of a large drainage and calling as the sun comes up and sit and listen to the geese and pheasants and coyotes and watch them and the deer as they go about their business. If nothing comes to my calling and the sun gets warm enough I just might fall asleep in the sage and take a nice nap. Life doesn't get any better than that.
Straight Shooter ,
When my Dad and Brothers and I would go to New Mexico and Colorado , from 1973 - 2011 , the things that I enjoyed the most were sharing those trips with them , and the mornings that I sat on the mountainsides before dawn with the sky still dark . I would lay on my back looking into the sky , looking for the Orion Constellation (Orion was a Hunter , as witnessed by his arrow quiver which contains the Orion Nebula), and I would sit there quietly , listening to the sounds of Nature awakening , and just try to absorb the Beauty of the world around me .
That was my escape from the hectic strife of every-day life in the big city .
I was a Hunter , and yes , I hunted hard , but the most important things to me were sharing these outings with my Dad and Brothers .
The only thing that could have made those memories better would have been if my twin Sons could have been on those hunts with us , but they did not graduate college until 1998 , and then they got jobs , got married and started families of their own .
My sons finally got to hunt with my Brothers and me in a 2017 Wyoming Antelope hunt , but unfortunately my Dad had passed-away in 2009 .
My Sons did go with us on Pheasant hunts from 1983-2009 , and got the opportunity to hunt with their Grandfather for those years , but never had the opportunity to share a tent , and mountain hunt with Dad .