Posted: 11/5/2016 2:07:48 PM EDT
I took my dogs to a little park by my house today to let them run around and on our way back, we saw something pretty crazy. We were on our way home and I could hear someone yelling up the road. I couldn't tell what they were saying, I just heard yelling. We keep walking and then I see something come running around the corner ahead of us. It looked like a loose dog so I figure that's what all the yelling is about. As it gets closer I see it's actually a coyote and I see what all the yelling is really about. It has a big black cat in its mouth. 
The coyote keeps running down the street and eventually turns and runs across a field and down into a wash to eat its lunch. I start to walk off and then a lady comes running up to me and she yells, "Did you see it?" I tell her about the coyote and the cat. Turns out he was in her front yard trimming some bushes and the cat was laying next to her. Then she said the coyote came out of nowhere and snatched the cat and took off. In the middle of our neighborhood, right next to the lady, and in broad daylight. Ballsy little fucker. I had my G43 with me, but I didn't even take it out of my pocket. I thought about it, and really wanted to shoot it, but this was right in the middle of my neighborhood. Houses all around (even across the field there's houses) so there was no clean shot. Didn't wanna take the chance for someone elses cat. Felt really bad for the lady tho. That would be a shitty thing to see. #desertlife |
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I've shot a bunch, but obviously need to hunt a little closer to home. These fuckers need a little fear in their lives. 
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Who ya callin a pus ya puss? 
http://<a href=http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e36/mitchellcj58/maxresdefault_zpsbxfdxc5f.jpg Quoted:
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Should of shot it pus 
Who ya callin a pus ya puss?
http://<a href=http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e36/mitchellcj58/maxresdefault_zpsbxfdxc5f.jpg  darn phone I had 2 s's
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Quoted: Who ya callin a pus ya puss? http://<a href=http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e36/mitchellcj58/maxresdefault_zpsbxfdxc5f.jpg Quoted: Quoted: Should of shot it pus Who ya callin a pus ya puss? http://<a href=http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e36/mitchellcj58/maxresdefault_zpsbxfdxc5f.jpg |
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A few years ago, when my two Saint Bernards were still alive, I had an encounter with two coyote in my front yard.
It was snowing with a good amount of snow already on the ground, at about 7:00 or 8:00 PM. My smaller Saint (runt of the litter, only 130 lbs,) was down the hill in the front yard patrolling the border where the yard meets the street. He was limping a bit and moving slowly because my other larger Saint (160 lbs,) had managed to sit on him in the back seat of the jeep and partially tear his ACL. I open the front door to call him in and see him standing about ten feet from a large coyote with another coyote walking around to the rear of my dog to try and encircle him. I call him again and he turns to start limping up the hill and the coyote darts toward him. Now this 130 lb Saint Bernard was not an aggressive dog at all. He would befriend anything and everything. The larger Saint Bernard was a quite a bit more aggressive, ornery and rather grumpy. He wouldn't let other animals into the yard unless I made him, like when a friend brought their dog over to visit. I called the larger Saint from where he was sleeping, removed his shock collar and pointed him at the two coyotes. He sees them and immediately starts growling and pulling the way only a dog that size can, and I let him go. He runs as fast as he ever has, growling but not barking, at the two coyotes and they start fleeing as fast an they can. He got within five feet of one of those stupid coyotes and I'm not sure how much damage he would of done to it but it wouldn't of been pretty. The smaller Saint and I waited about a minute before we see the larger Saint Bernard come happily trotting over the hill from across the street. They both sniffed the coyote tracks for a moment, then made their ways up to the porch to be led inside where I gave them a few pats on their heads and each a rawhide to chew. I haven't seen another coyote in the yard since that time. |
 to hell with coyotes
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A few years ago, when my two Saint Bernards were still alive, I had an encounter with two coyote in my front yard. It was snowing with a good amount of snow already on the ground, at about 7:00 or 8:00 PM. My smaller Saint (runt of the litter, only 130 lbs,) was down the hill in the front yard patrolling the border where the yard meets the street. He was limping a bit and moving slowly because my other larger Saint (160 lbs,) had managed to sit on him in the back seat of the jeep and partially tear his ACL. I open the front door to call him in and see him standing about ten feet from a large coyote with another coyote walking around to the rear of my dog to try and encircle him. I call him again and he turns to start limping up the hill and the coyote darts toward him. Now this 130 lb Saint Bernard was not an aggressive dog at all. He would befriend anything and everything. The larger Saint Bernard was a quite a bit more aggressive, ornery and rather grumpy. He wouldn't let other animals into the yard unless I made him, like when a friend brought their dog over to visit. I called the larger Saint from where he was sleeping, removed his shock collar and pointed him at the two coyotes. He sees them and immediately starts growling and pulling the way only a dog that size can, and I let him go. He runs as fast as he ever has, growling but not barking, at the two coyotes and they start fleeing as fast an they can. He got within five feet of one of those stupid coyotes and I'm not sure how much damage he would of done to it but it wouldn't of been pretty. The smaller Saint and I waited about a minute before we see the larger Saint Bernard come happily trotting over the hill from across the street. They both sniffed the coyote tracks for a moment, then made their ways up to the porch to be led inside where I gave them a few pats on their heads and each a rawhide to chew. I haven't seen another coyote in the yard since that time. That's awesome. 
They don't come near our house either.
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Coyotes are a kill on sight vermin.
Was doe hunting a few years back. We drive out this swampy area every year Andy it always produces. Four or five doe come trotting out of the wood line about 75 yards from me ahead of the drivers. And then one a little further behind going slower. My brother drops one of the first and the rest scattter and are gone except the last one to come out, so i shoot it. We get over to his deer and he starts gutting it out and I go over to where I kast saw the one I'm shot to,find the deer with it's belly half eaten out, the tail degloved and the asshole all chewed up. Coyotes. They are hell on deer and small game they breed quick and on our property have killed quite a few fawns this year. We had a pair on camera a few times over the summmer. Kill them on sight. |
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So Much Win! |
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I have a friend who used to hunt coyotes with two Borzoi's (also called Russian Wolfhounds). If he couldn't shoot the coyotes when he called them in, he would turn the Borzoi loose onto them. He said the Borzoi were tall enough, fast enough, and strong enough that rather than running around much of the sage brush, they would simply run over the top of the shorter (around 2 feet or so) sage brush. The Borzoi were so fast that he likened it to watching an F4 phantom chase down a piper cub. The Borzoi would catch up with the coyotes, grab the coyote by the neck, and toss the coyote over the back of which ever Borzoi got there first. Apparently, that would simply snap the coyotes neck, and the Borzoi would sit next to the kill and wait for him to come and pick it up.
Eventually, he had to get rid of the dogs because they got out of his fenced back yard once, and chased down a neighbors pet dog...with the same results. |
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Id'a sniped that sumbitch DRT. I hate yotes and I love me some pussy. J/k if I had tried and that's a big if, I would almost certainly have missed. Two yelling females, excited dogs, draw and fire a falling away shot on a small target with a baby Glock. Yeah right! I'm not Jesus. I feel bad for the cat, I like em that's why I don't let mine outside. |
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Quoted: I have a friend who used to hunt coyotes with two Borzoi's (also called Russian Wolfhounds). If he couldn't shoot the coyotes when he called them in, he would turn the Borzoi loose onto them. He said the Borzoi were tall enough, fast enough, and strong enough that rather than running around much of the sage brush, they would simply run over the top of the shorter (around 2 feet or so) sage brush. The Borzoi were so fast that he likened it to watching an F4 phantom chase down a piper cub. The Borzoi would catch up with the coyotes, grab the coyote by the neck, and toss the coyote over the back of which ever Borzoi got there first. Apparently, that would simply snap the coyotes neck, and the Borzoi would sit next to the kill and wait for him to come and pick it up. Eventually, he had to get rid of the dogs because they got out of his fenced back yard once, and chased down a neighbors pet dog...with the same results.  |