Sound carries on a cold, still morning, and the pack was farther away than its serenade indicated, but I still became confident that this was the right day and best place to hunt. The feeling did not last long, however. Long minutes passed and the coyotes ignored the tape. It was useless. Finally I tiptoed back to my Jeep for a sandwich and a cup of coffee. When I trudged back to my makeshift blind less than an hour later, coyote tracks punctuated the snow all around it. Positive Reinforcement
I was discouraged, but certain that they hadn't seen me or discovered my scent through all the masking fox urine I had sprinkled on my boots and around my blind. Obviously the coyotes had heard the tape, but they needed more persuasion than just sound. They had come in cautiously and slowly, and by the time they reached my setup I was already gone for coffee.