46 years ago I sat on a hilltop in Knox County and called up my first coyote. On October 17 of 1965 at 2:15 pm that epiphany occurred and my life was never the same, in a very good way.
For over four decades the very basis for my life revolved around hunting and experiencing the positive influence of connecting with a life way that has defined our lives as Americans since the earliest times. Hunting, exploring and just possessing an inquisitive personality has been the main ingredients that formed my entire personality since childhood.
It is amazing how, at times, our activities in youth are exercises in preparation for the careers that we eventually choose in adulthood. My life is no exception in this respect and I have enjoyed an unparalleled richness in experiences because of it.
This past weekend we hosted a photo workshop that revolved around predator photography and the art of calling. Of course this was an extension of my hunting years only this time a camera was in hand instead of a rifle. Throughout the weekend my participants were amazed at seeing coyotes by the dozens trot to our position, presenting themselves for the camera ready and camo clad “shooters”. Although I have taken almost 3,000 coyotes in my lifetime as a rifleman, I was overjoyed to see the coyotes answer the call and then trot away unscathed and alive. It is a good way to view and appreciate our wild fauna in a non-consumptive way.
We called in 36 coyotes in some 11 hours of work and hundreds of images were taken home. All critters lived to hunt another day and the participants were elated. When night settled over the land, cameras were stashed safely away and the wine flowed freely, I mentioned to the group that this was a weekend of a lifetime. Thanks to our luck with having great weather combined with some 46 years of hardcore experience as a predator hunter, we all could toast to one of the most successful workshops I have ever had. Its nice being a little good but I will take a dose of luck to help me out any day!! Enjoy!!