i was out calling coyotes today and got my first triple. a group of four came in at the same time. i took the first at about 30 yards, the second at about 150 yards and for some reason one of the two that were left stopped on a rise about 225 yards out and i got her too. i have no idea why she stopped, since i was too busy working the bolt and shooting to keep calling. she just stopped and hung out long enough for me to get a shot. the second shot was pretty lucky. i was confident when i took the shot, but with him moving, my heart pounding and all i could have easily missed. this predator hunting is addicting.