Last Wednesday the coyote came back as my husband and I came home from the store. We were gone a total of about 15 minutes. In that time, I think the coyote slipped under the back porch. When we headed for the back door the coyote slipped out from the other end of the back porch. I reached for the loaded rifle behind the back door and gave it to Al. I crept to the front door to see if the coyote would again go down the driveway instead of the deep snow. This image kept replaying in my mind. I looked out the door and there hiding at the side of the porch, Coyote literally peeked around the lattice work to look for his enemy, Man! Al was still behind the house, but with a view of the driveway. Coyote crept down the front path to the driveway, stood looking at the back of the house, apparently not seeing Al. So Coyote started down the driveway, that was when he got the first cartridge of buckshot. His leg hurting he turned and looked at Al again in time for the second gunshot blast. He was dead almost instantly. Thank you Lord, for a clean kill and the poor sickly animal did not suffer any longer.
It was all very disturbing for me, having lived in hunting country for so many decades but never having seen any animal killed the scenario was imprinted in my brain. I thought of it for days and was tortured by the scene over and over again. Until Saturday morning, waking and immediately seeing the vision of that desperate animal peeking around the porch for an escape. ((((((shudder)))))) I had to talk to myself. Coyote was full of Mange parasites, had lost all the hair off it's tail and bald spots on his legs and rump it was suffering horribly and starving. Shunned from the pack it was on it's own. Well.....I hope he is in Coyote heaven and eating grass instead of bunnies.
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