The fact that we are trappers/hunters puts us in a rather small fraternity to begin with. But I'm sure there a things within that fraternity that have only been done by a very rare few. Maybe some of you would like to share. I wrote mine below.

A month ago I was getting cleaned up to go with my wife to Salt Lake to see her aging father. She'd run to town to run an errand before we left. I was in the shower when the dog started barking outside the bathroom window. I popped the window open to see a coyote in the field behind the house. $50 bounty here in Utah and the middle of Feb., chances were good the hide might be okay, so I jumped out of the shower, grabbed the .243 out of the bedroom, ran to the french doors in the kitchen, popped them open and made a great 250+ yard shot. I'm curious to know just how small of a fraternity I actually entered into that day. Anybody else here ever shot a coyote buck naked?

My mother in law had the nerve to ask if I had actually hit the coyote or had it died of shock. By the way, the fur was good.

I shot a coyote out of the bathroom window while taking a dump.It was only a 45 yard shot can't remember what gun it was I normally have one close at hand in every location I spend much time not to mention at least one on my person.


So I guess I was half necked when I shot it.

I once found myself with my drawers around my ankles when a nice buck rolled in on me. I still wonder if I had grunted him in inadvertently. My shotgun was nearby, so I slowly waddled over to it, ankles laden with drawers, and shot him. Hard to imagine that he didn't notice my pasty whiteness, nor my awkward gate.
Maybe that's the secret. I'm sure he had never seen such a sight before.
I "grunted" him in.
I "deployed" cover scent.
I "displayed" unidentifiable, seemingly nonthreatening motion.
Of course it all "worked out".