My brother sent me a message this morning at 0738 and said I am out of bullets! I said what! Last night he told me he saw a group of something. He knew they were not deer but figured hogs. He went back in this morning sitting on the ground cause he likes to move around with the wind. He was leaned against a big oak this morning and hit his grunt call. As soon as he hit it he heard something over his shoulder knowing it was a big buck. He turned around and it was 15-20 coyotes. He said he watched them work strategically. Said when they got within 50 yards they spread apart and got in four or five packs to attack the deer. Needless to say there plan didn't go as planned. He said the last group passed him, it was Tikka 7 mmag time. He said his first shot was a chip shot about 50 yards slight pouncing they do. And after that all hell broke loose. He shot the remaining shells in the msg and got another one drt. Said he shot at another but it never acted hit. He said the bolt was like an automatic. He was dragging them to the river and when he got to the river he spooked another part of the pack that ran but he had done loaded back up. He said he got another. said it was cutting circles trying to bite the bullet but when I talked to him he hadn't laid his hand on it yet. Went with eight shells and cane back with none. Said he got five more to hunt this evening and tomorrow. He said. I hope they don't come out again cause that was fun. He hates coyotes as much as anyone and said it was a wired feeling watching that many come by him while on the ground.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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