Sit beside a big white oak that had blew down. A coyote walked into the top of the tree and I couldn't hardly see him. He jumped on top of the log and came trotting down it. Barrel was almost touching him when I shot. He took off running down the side of the mountain dragging guts behind him. Never went and looked for him.

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