Twice in the same day, 4" of fresh snow, killed the first of a double when the second took off quartering at full speed. Both times when I shot the second of the pair they rolled end over end for 15-20 yards. Kind of leaves you feeling full of yourself, until on the very next stand I miss one standing broadside at 40 yards. Slammed back down to earth in a hurry. The miss turned out to be more memorable.
The most recent was in early January of this year. I bought an RPR in 6mm Creedmoor a couple of years ago and struggled to find a good use for it. I was about to sell it, but decided to mount my thermal on it, stick it on a tripod and give it one last chance. That is the perfect home. Anyway, 2nd night coyote of the year, came in through some cows, hung up there, sat and watched for awhile then started to leave. Turned on some fight and it sat down to watch some more. That red crosshair through a black coyote lets you know just how solid your hold really is. It was. I estimated 450 yards, elevated the crosshairs about 2 feet and squeezed. dumped him but didn't kill him. of course he was on the ground now and a much smaller target. I sent 4 more rounds to try and finish him but couldn't connect. Then I had to walk 484 yards, per ONX, and back, to dispatch him with a pistol. I had hit him below the sternum and took out the spine. All of this 6 weeks after getting a new left knee. I haven't decided yet if that one is a good memory, or bad.