Turkeys had been gobbling off the roost most mornings, as well as strolling through the yard. Then the season opened and “poof” they were gone. The first two seasons there hadn’t been any evidence of hunters, no shots fired, and not even any owl hooting.
You have to admire the little wild canines. In spite of being shot, trapped and poisoned, there are more of them than ever.
My first real experience with coyotes came on an archery hunt to Colorado back in the seventies. Packs of coyotes were running deer twenty-four hours a day. Their yipping and howling became so constant that we began to tune them out.