OK, a rather minor lesson, perhaps. I was making my way to my first stand this morning, up a farm road cutting up a hill, alongside a field of wheat stubble and the snow was slowing me down a bit. It was maybe 8-12" deep, and fairly loose (and quiet). After 100 yards or so, I cut a coyote track. He'd crossed the road and went a few rows into the stubble, then paralleled the road in my direction of travel. I asked myself "Why'd he do that?"? Then I realized, the snow was thinner there. So I joined his track and made better time.
I followed fairly recent tracks in the snow (not more than 18 hours old) to three stands this morning, but didn't get any "takers" for my calling.
I look forward to hunting with Jerry tomorrow.
Ivar
