I sat in some brush along the edge of a picked beanfield and started squalling like a tortured rabbit, just like I’d seen on a few instructional videos. In 30 seconds, a coyote popped into the field and came at me on a dead run. When he slowed to a lope at 40 yards, I missed him clean with my .30/06. The next week, I got smart, and after calling for maybe two minutes, I bagged my first coyote, at 30 yards, with a No. 4 turkey load.