i will add to above, i was a hard core coyote hunter for over 40 years of my life. it seemed i lived for coyote hunting. killed many, many. would hate to guess how many. loved it.
now days i dont care if i kill one or not. my happy place now is just seeing one come running to something that sounds like it's in great distress. these times when they are worthless and i kill one to just leave it lay make me sad. it's not a good feeling for me. guess i have gotten soft in my old age. so be it.
