One time I saw a coyote out in a section, and he was moving to the West, into the wind, because coyotes hunt into the wind most of the time. So I drove around to a hill on the West side of the section, put out a little fox **** to hide my scent, and hunkered down in a ditch with my rifle and my binoculars. On the South side of the section was a paved road, and there was some traffic on it. I spotted my coyote about three quarters of a mile away, working his way my direction through a stubble field. Every time a car came down that paved road, the coyote would lay down between the stubble rows, and when it passed, he would get back up and go on his way. He was very shy. I tried a dying rabbit call to get him to come my way, but he paid no attention to it at all. Then I started kissing the back of my hand, making a squeaking noise that I thought wouldn't carry ten yards, but that coyote took notice of it and headed in my direction to investigate. Coyotes actually feed a lot on field mice, so making a squeaking sound of any kind will get their attention. So he came in, but stopped about two hundred yards out, sat down, and watched. I wanted him to come in a little closer, and I wanted to get him on all fours so that I could put one right in the middle of his chest. That way you only get one hole in the hide. If the bullet does happen to go all the way through, it comes out in a part of the pelt that you probably aren't going to sell anyway. A side shot gives you a big exit hole, and a lot of red snow. So anyway he wouldn't move any closer, and I was afraid to move a muscle for fear he would figure out what was going on. So at one point he turned his head off to the South, and i took a shot. I was shooting down hill which will always make you shoot high, and about two hundred yards out. I estimated it at two-fifty, so I shot over the top of him. It was so far out, that the bullet hit the ground on the other side of him, but close enough that the sound of the bullet startled him and he took off running straight toward me. I think that he was so startled by that bullet hitting so close behind him, that he didn't hear the gunshot which reached him a moment after. I had my scope cranked up to twelve power for the long shot, and when I got another round in the chamber, he was close enough, and my field of view was small enough, that I couldn't get him in the sight. Finally, I saw an entire scope full of fur, and I squeezed one off. He fell about twenty five yards in front of me. I would have liked a better bullet placement, but It wasn't that bad actually. OK, just a coyote hunting story, nothing more.