Got up to do a little roadwork today, about 5 am [hey, it is a hot m... out here] and the dogs were going ape, all looking toward the barn. So, grab a ratty old worn out .45 that I bought from a retired porn star...slid open the door and saw paradise. Well, actually 2 coyotes, both on the move for the same exit hole. Doing my best rendition of an Alvin York armed only with a sidearm...I sent both of them to see their dead kin.
You know what they say about making sure of your target? Forget that. See fur moving = start banging baby.
I was so stoked afterward I craved a cigarette...and I have never smoked. :lol: