Originally Posted by
Doc Glockster
I've been outside on the ranch. It's a nice fall evening: not too cold not too hot.
I had been sucking down a few brewskis while leaning up against an old piece of farm machinery. I wasn't drunk, but probably had reached the "don't operate heavy machinery stage."
Along comes Wile E. Coyote about 15 yards from me, on the other side of my 4-wire fence. Pretty animal.
Didn't want to shoot it.
I yelled at him a couple of times. At first he moved on, then he kept turning back to look at me. About the third time I yelled at him, he turned and gave me that distinctive "**** you" look that only a predator can give.
Uh oh.
I had previously started a thread on this forum about how coyotes might be losing their fear of humans, either due to breeding with Mexican wolves or something else. The thought flashed through my mind: I'm a 260-pound 40+ dude loaded down with gear and not afraid of much.
If that 'yote ain't afraid of me--it might be brave enough to hurt a child or something. Regardless: people have complained of losing livestock in this area, so I went into action.
With the sun just going down, I followed the dog along the fence line as he nonchalantly maintained a parallel course. Slowly I crept up on him again while inserting my earplugs in my ears.
The damn thing stared at me again. Even as I'm chambering a round in my 4th Gen Glock 22, the damn dog isn't taking his eyes off me.
If not for the fence and the fact that it's a coyote and not a wolf I'd be a little bit more concerned.
I lined up the sights and put a 180-grain Federal Hi-Shok just above his shoulder.
I'm sorry to say he suffered a bit, back legs twitching and head bobbing, but I got him.
Sleep tight, Mr. Yote.
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