Can you kill a Coyote with your bare hands?

I'm not sure about killing one with bare hands but would like to know whether you should eat coyote with your bare hands? I prefer silverware.
 
WyoSongDog - I would not willingly grab onto a healthy coyote, no sir, no way. But I have some doubts as to whether a coyote would actually be as committed as we are aluding to. A coyote will fight, but just long enough for the main danger to pass, at the first oppertunity he will get the heck out of Dodge. That instinct is what has kept him alive for so many millions of years. ..... Now a hunting animal is entirely a different animal. I watched a nature show about animals hunting humans, an animal hunting you is a very different thing. they are quiet, purposeful, ready to see the thing through to the end.
 
I could not agree with you more Michael. The chances of an actual Coyote commiting an offensive attack that is not a case of mistaken identity is slim to none. The only exception might be a rabid Coyote. I guess I just took the question as a hypothetical question about whether a man could take on a coyote, that was not retreating, with his bare hands, and win. I absolutely think, hypothetically, they could, but I think it would be a true fight for survival for the vast majority.
 
Coyotes are yellow, at least the ones I deal with. Have caught big coyotes alive in traps and snares and they always cower - never offer to bite. They may have a horrible expression in their face, but not one has ever lunged at me. I just tap them with the back of a short handled hatchet and step on the ribs. I'd a lot rather face a coyote than a trained attack dog. No comparison.
 
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Around 12yrs ago, we bought a purebred male German Shepherd[Gator]. He was the wife's dog, he tolerated myself[Alpha]leader.

When he was a little over 2yrs old [85lbs] of kick-butt. We had a major confrontation. I scolded him, then took him by the collar. To take him outside to chain up.

When I took a hold of his collar[I'm bent over], he stiffened. Instant display of his ivory...RUT-RO! In a second, he lunged up onto his hind legs. Mouth wide open, going for my throat /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/mad.gif.

I reared back, his jaws snapped shut. I felt the wind on my neck. He came back down on all 4's. Instant rage for me /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/angry-smiley-055.gif. I instantly, came back with a [kitchen sink] upper-cut, Left hook. Caught him square on the lower jaw. Impact, raised him up on his hind legs, & spun him 180 degrees /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif.

Wellllll, as soon as he landed, he instantly whipped back toward me. Showing all his ivory[Like...thats, ALL YOU HAVE!] /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused1.gif. Hmmmmm, tough ole boy.

We then had a Mexican stand-off[stare-down]. I thought it's not over...

Rest of the day, we would cross paths[in the house]. I always stared him in the eye, until he'd look away.

Next day, evening... He's lying on the livingroom floor, wife's watching T.V, same room.

I slowly slink down onto the floor behind him[payback] /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif. Talking soft baby talk, to him....closing the gap. He was looking at me constantly out of the corner of his eye.

As soon a I got in "striking range". I grabbed his throat[both hands, firm grip!]. Quickly threw my 6'3 220lb carcass on top of him. Pinned him good, who's top dog now /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif...


Wife, said, "WHAT THE HECK!" are you doing?" I said, "Showing him, who's boss!" /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/angry-smiley-055.gif

He was making a high pitched [rage scream], sounded like a human. He wanted to eat me, like a rag doll. I leaned forward, looked him close, eye to eye. Then bit his ear, hard. While were eye to eye.

I had to hold him there for 15 minutes, before he relaxed. Then I let go. I knew in my mind, I'd win an all out fight to the death, if it came to that. I just, chose to do it in my favor.

From that day on, he always submitted. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif
 
Hey Kirby, if he had gone for the family jewels rather than your throat, it would have been a different story. You would be the one making the high pitched squeal.
 
Man has one huge advantage. Opposing thumbs. When trapping as a youth I killed a lot of critters just by crushing the rib cage and puncturing the lungs. Alot like a lung shot. But I always gave coyotes a whack with the shovel first to take the edge off em. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif
 
Joetrapper,

He woulda needed bifocals & a pr of tweezers.

Gator, turned out to be the best dog, we ever owned. One day, I had duty. Wife & little Grandson were out in our yard. Local drug-dealer's, Rotweilers attacked our Grandson. Gator, kicked his hiney. Until that other Rott, joined in the fray. He still held his own. He was a hero that day.

Gator, allowed my wife & G-son to make it inside the house. Finally the neighbor "scum-bag" came over & got his two stinkin dogs. If I would've been home at the time. They woulda both been gutted & stomped to mush, perhaps him as well.
 
Last year I looked out the window to see a rotweiler come into the yard and go after my pet rooster. I grabbed a broom, went outside, yelled and banged the broom on the side of the house. That dog left off bothering the rooster and just swung around and started for me. All at once that broom felt awful small. I was fumbling behind me trying to get the door open without turning my back to the dog. I made it inside but at that particular moment I wanted no part of that dog. What scared me at the time was its complete lack of reaction to my yelling and banging. It did not perk its ears, pause to look me over, or anything. Just changed direction like a tank. Of course if family had been outside it would'a been different.
 
I hear ya.

Scumbag's 2 dogs were a very large [aggressive]male 2yrs old & his mother 8yrs old. They lived across the street from us. Neither were penned or chained.

One day, I'm working. The wife goes up the hill to check the mail. That male dog was waiting for her. He came at her slowly with teeth barred. She slowly backed away[scared to death].

I was fit to be tied. Told the wife, from now on. I'm checking the mail. She said, What are you going to do?" I said, "kill that dog" He was a brute 120lbs or so, pure badness.

Next day, I slip a 5" steak knife up my sleeve. I had no problem with that dog, getting in his licks. But he was gonna die, for them.

Day after day, that dog never moved across the street towards me. I always taunted him to come onto my land. He knew something bad, awaited him. To bad, as I looked forward to the combat[payback for my family].

Eventually, scumbag, went to prison. The dogs went elsewhere.
 
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