I’ve been here more than six years, and I’ve never taken a shot at a coyote. I was tempted once, but there was no real reason and anyway he was disappearing over a ridge. In fact I very rarely even see any when I’m afoot. They see or hear or smell me first, and give me room.
Since we moved to the Lair, I’ve paid attention to where the coyote sign is. They’ve kept their distance since we moved in. Even when the chickens arrived there wasn’t much change.
Until today. I knew I was going to town with D&L, so I didn’t go get the boys after shit-shoveling. A little before two, when I was supposed to meet up, I came out of the cabin and saw something dart around behind the power shed. Looked a little like Ghost, and at first I thought the boys had gotten out of Gitmo. So I didn’t draw my pistol or anything until I rounded the little juniper behind the shed. There about 20 yards away was a small coyote, standing there looking at me, not taking me seriously. I assume it was sneaking down on the chickens.
I fumbled the draw because
I don’t practice enough of this dumb holster, the coyote turned to run up the ridge, and I got one good shot off. It was running straight away or I’d have probably missed, ’cause I’m not that great a shot. But it squealed and went sideways, then corrected and disappeared over the ridge.
So I don’t have a body, but it’s got one of my .44 hollow points and I don’t like its chances for a long and happy life. It left a bit of a blood trail from where it was hit, but I didn’t really try to track it. I had an appointment.
Except for a couple of rabbits, that’s only the second mammal I’ve shot since I moved here – and only the second I’ve shot at, which ain’t too bad for an old guy.