When I was out in Oregon (~1983), my roomate and I would grab his .22-250 and his mom's 6mm and we would head out of town to call in coyotes. I set up off to the side and Drew would call. Over half the time he woulld ask me why I didn't shoot the coyote and I would tell him WHAT coyote?! LOL ... extremely stealthy creatures. He would catch flashes of them and I couldn't even see anything half the time.
Lots of time we would be driving down a dirt round and come around a corner and spook one - we would jump out and unload. Drew was really good at jumping out of the car and set up off the hook and would shoot before I got the door open (I waited for the his old small Bronco to STOP 1st). Some of my Grandest memories - best time of my life. Great friend: died few yrs back due to diabetes - gawd I miss him.
Coyotes are no joking matter - I totally agree.