It was Saturday Morning and it was Dove Season! Son In Law David and Grandson Trey and I went Dove hunting at an obsecure pond. We mostly sat around the pond all morning watching the dove who were sitting on the high line and fences watching us.
About an hour into the hunt, a lone coyote loped over a rise in the adjoining wheat field and seemed to ignore our presence. Both David an I quietly said to Grandson Trey "Do you see that coyote?" Trey didn't see the coyote! David described exactly where the animal was and Trey acknowledged!
It was just as if David had said breakfast is ready! The Coyote wheeled around and made short work of covering the 200 yards of ground, making a "B" line right for David! About that time my pulse and David's pulse was beating at 120 BPM!
I'm sure the coyote only wanted a drink from the pond we were guarding from the doves.
Within ten yards of David, the coyote realized the error in his ways! The Coyote jumped about 6 feet high. Son in law, David also jumped six feet in the air! Both landed, just not wanting to be in each other's company! The coyote skedadled!
Trey and I both laughed about the scene and decided we had never seen anything like that in coyote behavior.
Concluding the Dove were not going to fly, we loaded the picup and went home.
The coyote had made our failed dove hunt a memorable one!
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I didn't hear that part of the story! Sounds like a good time. I'm glad you didn't forget about your blog. You need to put more of your stories on here!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Julie