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Flatline Productions Inc's Pete Hein Brings Down Giant Male Coyote @ 261 Yards, RUNNING!

After eating breakfast with the family, I decided to go outside for a walk around the property. Immediately after rounding the corner and entering the backyard, I noticed tinkerbell, our mini dwarf goat, was on high alert. Unarmed and not knowing what tinkerbell was freaking about, I decided to investigate the situation before realizing I should have been heading to the house to grab a gun. In the thick brush, only yards from the field, was the silohette of a whiley coyote, and it was on the move - bigtime!

The hundred yard dash was on- knowing this elusive creature was more then likely to be all the way across the field by the time I retrieved my weapon, I decided on one that could 'reach' out there a bit. Now, running through the snow... across the yard... in the house... leaping the couch in a single bound - gets your heart pumping a little. Safely racing back into the woods, I loaded my Tikka and got radar lock on the yot, and as I figured, was way out there in the middle of the field and moving fast. Unalerted to my presence, the coyote acted as if on a hot scent trail, like a buck on a doe in the heat of the rut, so my movement to get a clear shot was unnoticed.

You don't really realize how fired up your heart is in a situation like this until you, standing, lean against a tree and scope an animal that's way out there and try to get settled in for a killing shot. Boom boom boom is all I heard in my ears. My heart was really pounding from the mad dash, the excitement of the hunt, diving over the toys, shoes, furniture to 'get the gun' - and your wife, kids and even the chickens cheering you on....go get em Daddy! The pressure was on!

As the coyote approached the end of the field, it found a trail from a snowmobile that had cut across the field and the coyotes zig zaggy pattern found a steady straight flat broadside gate. I knew this was my chance to get on him. When I settled in and placed the crosshairs on the sweet spot, I had to stand down for a sec and check to see what power my scope was set on. Hoping to see it on 3 or even 5 but nope! It was cranked all the way up to 10 and my heart sank. This coyote must be at least 200 yards out I thought to myself. Judging his gate and speed, I took my lead on him, found his speed, controlled my heart, held my breathe, released, and held again. The world fell silent as I watched the cross hairs pulse with every beat of my heart. In the moment, I found time to thank God and ask him for his help. When I squeezed the trigger, there was a brief second when I even had time to drop the gun to jack in another round and the coyote dropped in his tracks. There was some serious fist pumping going on. As I looked back at the house, my wife, daughter, and son all cheered in the picture window, like Dad had just scored a touchdown in the Superbowl. And when I glanced at the chicken coup, I saw the same reaction.

My daughter Emma and I recovered this giant male coyote with the snowmobile. With rangefinder in hand, we shot the tree I had used as my hideout and from where this awesome coyote lay was 261 yards. Right through the heart. Thank you Tinkerbell for putting us on another coyote, thank you Lord for helping me make an unbelieveable shot, and thank you to my family for helping me celebrate this awesome experience. It was unreal.

Peter Hein - Flatline Productions Inc.

I got a Colorado Elk tag for the muzzleloader season. My friends, Paul and Roger Paulson, planned a trip in early September. We arrived at the campsite on Thursday before the Saturday opener.  We set up camp and then did some scouting.

On Saturday, I saw six Elk move along a side hill. They were out of range, about  400 yards away. On Sunday, I went with Roger to hunt a new area. The fog was quite thick and at times you could only see about 75 yards; then the next minute only about 25 yards. The wind would move the fog back and forth so I thought it would be impossible to be downwind at the right time. About 7:30 am as I was looking into the fog, this Elk just appeared. He was just walking along when he stopped, took three more steps, stopped again and looked right at me. By then I had my 50 cal. Hawken aimed at his ribcage.  Out of the smoke and into the fog he ran, out of my sight. Thinking I may have wounded him, I wanted to wait till the fog lifted. About 9:00 Roger came back to me and asked if I had shot. I said I had but could have missed and I was waiting for the fog to go away before going to look for any sign. We waited a little while then went to look. There was nothing; no blood, no hair, no tracks. So going in the direction he ran, we kept looking. After a half hour of finding nothing, Roger said “Nice shot”. As I looked up, he was pointing at a nice bull, laying dead some 50 yards ahead. There had been no sign of him being hit until we were 20 yards from where he lay.

My guide helped me dress out my trophy and he carried out everything except the head and antlers, that was up to me.

This was a wonderful trip and will be remembered for many years to come.


As a child I grew up in eastern Canada (Newfoundland) and was constantly spending time in the woods. Over the last 30 years I have spent countless hours spending time studying the animals I love to hunt. Over the last 10 years, after the birth of my daughter (8) and my son (6), my love of the the outdoors and the critters that roam there has remained but my focus has changed. My daughter was diagnosed with Autism in 2003 and there has been a steady stream of professionals (behaviourists, physical therapists, and speech pathologists to name a few) that have entered our home to work with our daughter. During this time I have been introduced to a very diverse group of individuals that have a variety of background and opinions on hunting and spending time in the outdoors. As they are working with my daughter, and hunting is my passion, I took this time to introduce these people to the great outdoors rather than debate the morality of hunting. Many of these professionals have been introduced to their first wildgame meals at our house and have even begun spending time with our family on one of our many outings. I am lucky to be able to spend regular time with my family in the field and love to introduce new people or young people to sports associated with the outdoors. I commonly invite the professionals to join our family on a weekend cie fishing trip. This is a great way to introduce new people to the sport while mainatining a social atmosphere. Mostly I take them fishing for large northern pike on one of our local lakes and use tipups while have a small fire on the ice in a burn barrel. The people have a great time and quite often catch their first fish over 10 pounds. The first therapist that our daughter worked with still meets us on the weekends for fishing trips even though she has moved 100 miles away and is now an elementary school teacher (I've attached a picture of her with her first fish). As my wife commonly warns these people "be careful, he will suck you into his vortex".

Over the last 10 years, my focus has changed from being the hunter to introducing people to the sports that I have grown up loving. I believe we need to encourage and introduce people to the hunting traditions we cherish. I have attached some pictures of a few young hunters that I have been fortunate enough to help. One young man I took Mule Deer hunting harvested a 176 class mule deer that his father and uncles have not beaten yet. I have attached a few photos of these young people as well as pictures of myself with some young people who have joined me.

- Pete Hein 'Flatline Productions Inc and Flatline Outdoors

Flatline Outdoors Prostaffer Nate Sherburne and a friend harvested these 6 coyotes in 2 full moon nights in southern Minnesota. Thanks to Nate Sherburne's cunning coyote skills, he was able to lure these elusive predators into range and dispatch of them with his sniper-type marksmanship.

Way to go Nate! From all of us at Flatline Productions Inc and Flatline Outdoors - Great Job!

January 27

The crappies are really going strong in the Brainerd lakes area. On some lakes they have been biting at the coldest time of the day. . . and the darkest. . . and the earliest.

They don't seem to mind the cold, but it can be brutal when moving about on the ice.
Jim K.


This is my very first Buck with my bow, it scored 159 3/4.. here is the how it happened...

When day break approached I saw 2 does and that was it, about thirty minutes later I rattled, I put my rattles down and waited..I heard a grunt off to my right and saw a smaller buck. This buck was a 120 inch 10 point (not any shooter where we hunt and for the deer that are in my area). so i was watching this buck when I noticed movement to my left. It was a bigger buck- definitely a shooter for anyone, roughly guessing he would score around 160. He never gave me a shot, so not trying to force a shot or spook this buck, I let him walk. It was very hard to watch the biggest buck I'd seen this year walk away with not even a chance at him, but I did.

After this buck walked into the woods behind me, I grabbed my rattles again. I rattled and grunted, and I saw and heard movement in front of me- and yes this time I was ready and not letting this buck get away. It was a mainframe 8 with amazing mass, he came in slow at first working a scrap and rubbing trees, he was just thrashing the trails. He started to turn down a trail and I waited for him to walk a few feet down it before I grabbed my grunt and softly grunted. He turned right away grunting and running, he walked into one of my shooting lanes and I drew back, but before I got my pin on him he moved. Doing the right thing I had to let down. I stayed calm and collected myself and he kept walking until he smelled my tinks no. 69, he went straight for it and walked 23 yards in front of me to my other shooting lane and I put my pin right behind the shoulder and painted the arrow red. It did complete pass through and double lunged him and caught the heart. He didn't go but 27 yards from my stand..

This is by far the best memory I have and will always remember..

"Proof is in the Pudding Boys"

December 29

On December 29, I decided to head to our families property in north centeral MN for an evening hunt. It was about 10 degrees out and with about a 12 mph wind making it feel like 0 degrees out. With the snow being so deep I took a snowmobile to my stand. I crawled in the stand and noticed that there was a bunch of ice build up on the platform. This made every move I made echo through the timber. I was already running late so i just decided to sit and see what would happen.

At about 4:20 pm I look over my shoulder and caught some movement coming down the ridge. It was a doe and two fawns. The doe was in the lead and kept coming so I stood up as quitely as possible in the ice covered stand, grabbed my drenalin and started ranging the opening she was coming to. I stopped her at 30 yards and let the red lazer beam fly. She mule kicked and went about 40 yards and tipped right over.

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