Sunday I was out calling all alone on my first stand. Howled a couple of times and then squalled on the Burnham Bros. I see a coyote approaching from about 1/2 mile, no wait, it's two, no wait, it's three, no wait, it's four!!! When they're at about 75 yards, one gets a little suspicious. I figure it's time to take him and let's see what develops after that. I squeeze the trigger on the Rock River and CLICK (the sound was deafening)!! Instead of hitting the assist, I start jacking shells out into the snow, coyotes start running, I start picking up shells and trying to load them back into the clip with frozen fingers-coyotes get away with no shooting taking place. That will piss a fella off butit was quite the experience. I've called in 5 before but got 2-never let that many get away without even increasing their heartbeat!!!