We had two strikes against us right out of the gate. Rodney had smoked a cigar while wearing his camo and Marc was wearing blue jeans.
On the third call set of the morning, we set up in a triangle, our backs against juniper trees. I had Rodney tuck up under some bushy limbs on the downwind side. I figured with the wind constant out of the east, our best bet was to put our primary shooter, Marc, where he could spot a coyote if it came out of a gully running east to west. The gully would funnel the wind while our scent would go across the flat. This was public-land elk country, and we were not far from an alfalfa field. There had to be coyotes here. Because temperatures were running in the 80s, we
