My son didn't go with me. (long story) I went out early. I didn't go to my usual stand, as I wanted to hunt under the power line to see if I could catch a deer crossing over. Nothing!
About ten in the morning I heard something in the wind. I picked up my rifle, and an animal popped up about 50 feet away. It wasn't a dog.....Coyote! I had never seen one in the woods before. I took a shot, saw a puff of fur, and watched him run away. I waited, a bit, watched him or her disappear. Waited. Found the hair, and nothing else. I looked for a good bit, before resuming the deer hunt. There was no blood on the hair, strange. I know that I had it in my sights. So either I scared the crap out of it, or it ran away. That thing smelled. When I got to the spot where I thought that I had shot it. Strange odor. Picked up the clump of hair, and it was nasty smelling. Not sure what I would have done with it had I found it, but I hope that there is one less live stock killer in the woods.