Leonard I got to thinking about what you had written about coyotes and loving or hating them, and wanted to tell a little story.
I was still living on the ranch and I was the local ADC kind of guy for about all of our ranches which covered about 350 sections.
So I never hardly went anywhere with out the means to elimenate said critters.
Well I am driving down the highway on my way to town one day right after a fresh snow when I see a coyote in a cleared off area on one of my Dads gravel pits.
So I whip it around and hop out of the truck and put the sneak on this fella.
I lay down over a bank and have got him dead to rights in my scope at about 100 yards.
I mean this guy was dead, God just hadn't gotten the news yet.
Well he had absolutley no idea I was around so I decided to watch him a second. I could see that this was a young coyote when suddenly he spun around and just took off racing up the side of a great huge snow covered gravel pile. I thought what in the heck?
He reached just about the top and flipped around and came flying back down skidding on the snow!
Ran around in a circle and up he went again.
By then it was obvious that he was just so full of himself and the fun of the moment that he couldnt stand it.
I lay there and watched him for a while through my scope .
Then I just opened the bolt and slipped away without disturbing him.
I knew when I did that I was not fulfilling my job as a predator manager, but I thought that if letting this one coyote go hurts us that bad then I will just have to live with it.
I have taken a lot of coyotes since that day and it sure doesent bother me in the least to put the whack on one. I still like to think about that silly half grown pup playing in the snow ever so often though.
Craig.
I was still living on the ranch and I was the local ADC kind of guy for about all of our ranches which covered about 350 sections.
So I never hardly went anywhere with out the means to elimenate said critters.
Well I am driving down the highway on my way to town one day right after a fresh snow when I see a coyote in a cleared off area on one of my Dads gravel pits.
So I whip it around and hop out of the truck and put the sneak on this fella.
I lay down over a bank and have got him dead to rights in my scope at about 100 yards.
I mean this guy was dead, God just hadn't gotten the news yet.
Well he had absolutley no idea I was around so I decided to watch him a second. I could see that this was a young coyote when suddenly he spun around and just took off racing up the side of a great huge snow covered gravel pile. I thought what in the heck?
He reached just about the top and flipped around and came flying back down skidding on the snow!
Ran around in a circle and up he went again.
By then it was obvious that he was just so full of himself and the fun of the moment that he couldnt stand it.
I lay there and watched him for a while through my scope .
Then I just opened the bolt and slipped away without disturbing him.
I knew when I did that I was not fulfilling my job as a predator manager, but I thought that if letting this one coyote go hurts us that bad then I will just have to live with it.
I have taken a lot of coyotes since that day and it sure doesent bother me in the least to put the whack on one. I still like to think about that silly half grown pup playing in the snow ever so often though.
Craig.