This morning I caught the sixth and last member of a pack of coyotes that had lived along the river here at the house. This was a young coyote and had been wandering around since the rest had disappeared.
I actually felt sorry for it and couldn't bring myself to kill it. I put it into a box with straw and when it's foot gets well, I may turn it loose. I'm getting 'mellow' in my old age, but I just couldn't make myself dispatch it. Make no mistake about it, if you stuck your hand in there it would eat you up, but look at those 'eyes'....I just couldn't shoot it.
Norman
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