It took three years of frustration, but I FINALLY got rid of one of the coy-dogs (Coyote-Dog hybrid) that’s been plaguing our property and putting our pets at risk (a few cats, a mini Dachsund and a chihuaua (sadly, they wouldn’t let me use that neurotic yappy thing as bait… )
A crisp Winters day, fluffy Cumulus clouds in the sky, a blanket of snow on the field, my Sis calls up and tells me the that “Wile-E” (no, not the SDMB poster, I have no problem with that Wile-E" ) is out in the field, so, the first question that springs to mind is “what gun to use”, I don’t want a replay of the disastrous “Fox Incident” (search for my “Hunter’s lament” thread for that one)
Ruger 10/22 .22 with a 25 round mag of CCI Velocitors? nope, not powerful enough, would annoy the animal
CZ-75B 9mm pistol? nope, need more range, and the CZ is sighted in for close up work
Kimber Custom II .45? nope, see the CZ for why…
Mossberg 500 12-gauge? hmm, possibly, but it would require getting somewhat close, less than 60 yards…
Mosin-Nagant M-44? that seems like the best choice, accurate out to 1000 yards, and tosses a good size (30 caliber) projectile, drop in 5 rounds and deploy bayonet (the gun is sighted in with Bayo out…)
I grab my binocs and hearing protectors (the M-44 is one loud monster of a gun…) go into the field, doing my best Elmer Fudd impression…
“Be vewwy vewwy quiet, I’m hunting coydogs, hehehehe…”
after about a half hour of careful stalking, I see a flash of gray behind the woodlot, I raise the binocs up, sure enough, it’s the coydog trotting out of the woodlot, and into my line of fire
I check my background, it’s safe, open, rolling hills, good backstop, and estimate distance, about 200 yards, slide the sightbar to “2”, and raise the rifle, leading the sights just enough to compensate for the coy’s gait
I squeeze the trigger
the first round strikes the coy a little low, and he runs, I quickly work the bolt, loading the next round, bring the sights to center-mass, and lead the target, squeezing off round 2…
the Coy drops, prone, not moving, Success!
I approach my prey, waiting for signs of movement, it’s legs start to twitch, like it’s playing possum, I raise the rifle and fire off round 3 into center mass
all movement ceases
I approach my prey, it’s dead, three bullet holes, one in the left rear flank (shot one), one just to the left of center mass (hence it trying to get up again, I think…), and shot 3, through the heart
I’m still pissed at myself for needing three rounds to dispatch the animal, it suffered needlessly, but once again, I made the mistake of using FMJ (full metal jacketed) rounds, they tore through the animal instead of mushrooming inside, problem is, the only rounds available for the Nagant are FMJ
using this as a learning experience, i’ve learned;
1; leading a running target is critical for accuracy
2; USE HOLLOW POINT ROUNDS for a humane kill, FMJ are inhumane and not appropriate for hunting
3; in this case, I should have used the 12 gauge with rifled slugs, the M44 fires a 7.62mm projectile, essentially a .30 caliber, a 12-gauge slug is a .70 caliber projectile even if it doesn’t expand
4; I will be picking up a set of reloading dies, primers, and hollow point bullets so I can reload hunting rounds for my M-44, FMJ are only good for target shooting
5; I should have carried one of my pistols with me, in case I ran out of ammo for the M-44 or the coydog approached too closely, as the M-44’s minimum sight-in distance is 100 yards, if it got closer, or charged me (it is a predator, after all, and a wounded predator is unpredictable) it would have been difficult to snap off a close range shot with the M-44, and bayoneting it would be too messy…
I don’t like killing animals at all, I’m a live-and-let-live kinda’ guy, but this coydog family (there’s at least two of them) has been bothering our animals for the longest time, and these coys are not intimidated by humans in the least, the last thing we need is one of them attacking my niece or nephew
oh, and to give you an idea of how loud the M-44 is, I was easily 1/4 mile away from the house, and my parents asked me “what were you shooting, it sounded like a cannon!”
I’m sorry, Mr. Coydog, I really did not want to shoot you, but we gave you plenty of chances to leave of your own volition, I only hope your ?mate? decides to leave our property, neither of you are welcome here, but I don’t want to have to shoot your compatriot, but I will if I have to, be warned…