This picture of a dead coyote may offend sensitive viewers.
Personally, I would feed coyotes and give them names
but as a rancher, I'm in the cattle business, not the coyote business.
Once you have an experience like I had in 2016
chronicled in this thread in September of 2022
The Legend of Peanut
it hardens one's feelings toward song dogs,
or as Lewis and Clark named them, prairie wolves.
The rifle used, barely visible in the 1998 Jeep Wrangler TJ,
is a '50s vintage Remington Model 70 in 220-Swift with 6X scope
inherited by my wife from a childless great aunt
who was quite the sportswoman.
It will be passed down to my daughter and granddaughter
to maintain the matriarchal line.
In the meantime, it has been my privilege to enjoy it.
I fired from a picnic table by the house in the picture 220 yards distant
sending a single Hornady Varmint Express 55gr V-max bullet.
As if calf predation is not enough of a reason, in this instance
my Tennessee Treeing Brindle, Ginger in the foreground,
was being pursued by this coyote.
Brandy and Izzy inside the house looking out the picture window
saw Ginger and the coyote circling each other
and alerted me with their barking.
This one's for Peanut.
