About 8 years ago I was outside doing some yard work. It was about 6 in the evening. I heard some coyotes on the ridge top barking. Later, about 30 min before sunset, I asked my 8 year old son if he wanted to see if we could call one in. My parents had bought me a call for Christmas the year prior and I hadn't had a chance to try it.
I opened up the gun safe and really didn't see a gun that was all that appropriate. I had a 270 Browning semi, a 7mm mag bolt, a 30/30, a 35rem, a 12 gauge, several hand guns, and a 22 semi auto rifle. I chose the 22.
Well, me and my son along with my old friend Murphy, my chocolate lab, ventured off in the woods behind the house. I found a stump to sit on and my son sat in the leaves on one side and my lab on the other. Having never used the call before I did my best to imitate what I envisioned what a dying rabbit would sound like. My little boy whispered to me "I'm scared daddy!". I assured him everything was fine. About that time a coyote ran in on us and stopped about 30 yards away. I was sort of shocked because I didn't expect the call to really work. The coyote actually growled at us. I raised the rifle and placed the cross hairs on his head and squeezed the trigger. The coyote dropped but was still thrashing around so I opened up guns a blazzin'. I think it held about 30 rounds in it's tubular magazine and I know I shot at least 20 times. It finally gets up and runs off.
I went back in and got some more fire power and went back out and was never able to locate him. I only found a couple of small drops of blood. Needless to say a big adventure for my 8 year old.