The consensus seems to be that coyotes are the devil incarnate, but not everyone agrees with that idea. Here's an entry from my hunting journal:
"Dec. 18, 2002 Grand afternoon hunt, but no deer. I decided to go a bit earlier, since I have seen deer at about 1600 two recent days, so arrived at 1515. Mostly cloudy with some intermittent bright sun, temperature 63F dropping to 57F, wind 15-25 from the south-southeast, with gusts. I hiked down the west side of the divider fence by the hay lot, slowly approached the bedding area there, but saw nothing. Down through the strip of woods in the fence row with Brown, so any deer in the southeast corner of the 9-acre field couldn't see me, then through the persimmon peninsula and came at the round island woods patch from the north for the same reason, plus the wind. Set up in a great spot just in the northeast corner of the island, was all snugged in by 1545. At 1555 I saw a coyote walking toward me in the 9-acre field, near where they denned at one time. I had brought the good binoculars along in order to get a better look at the buck if he showed, so I put them on the coyote. Gorgeous animal, fat and happy, full winter coat all fluffy and clean. She was a deep cinnamon brown around the face and neck, darker on the flanks and back, with the typical coyote markings around the face. She sat down, scratched her neck with her left back leg, bounced up and began walking toward the row of round hay bales on the western side of the peninsula. She would walk a few yards, then sit and scratch, walk and sit, walk and sit. In about 5 minutes she was by the row of bales and disappeared behind it, only to suddenly pop up on top of the last bale to the right. This was only about 100 yards from me, and I had a marvelous view. She "hunted" along the top of the entire row of 12 bales, sticking her nose into the hay and acting as though she were after something. Made her way in this fashion to the last bale on the other end, where she again sat and scratched. It was 1610, and she lay down on her belly, put her head on her front paws and apparently went to sleep. She was still for 15 minutes, then sat up, stretched, and began grooming, licking first her belly fur and then her front paws. After about 10 minutes, she went back to sleep and stayed that way, only occasionally raising her head for an alert inspection of the area, for the next one hour. At about 1720, right at sunset, she awoke, moved to the other end of the bales and began "playing" like a puppy. She jumped off the bale and ran around in a fast, tight circle, then jumped back up. She did the same, but when she jumped back up, she bounced off the bale sideways and went back into her circle. This continued for almost 5 minutes, then she lay down on the same bale and began biting at it. She bit the hay and pulled out a mouthful of it, then shook her head like a puppy "killing a mouse", tossing the hay away from her. She did this repeatedly for several minutes. All this time I was expecting her to set out on her evening hunt, but she never did. I had the thought about then that there was absolutely nowhere else I would rather be at that moment. About 15 minutes after sunset, at about 1740, she once again lay down on her end bale as though going to sleep. We both held our ground as a very pretty sunset sky developed, then darkened quickly. The light was fading fast, although the full moon was about 2 hands above the eastern horizon, and since I had seen not a hair of a deer, I eased out from my spot and moved slowly across the field toward the southwest and Keith's woods. I thought she would bolt, then, but she didn't, just stayed right on her bale until I got out of sight. What a real privilege to see such a marvelous and gorgeous animal doing its natural thing, and in such a beautiful, relaxed spot."
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