Two coyotes take down a deer at the Sun Valley Ski Resort in Ketchum, Idaho. The video was taken by a guy grooming a ski run. It may have been filmed on the weekend of 25/26 February.
There are a few F-bombs in the video.
Unusual coyote behavior reported in Bonner County in North Idaho
https://idfg.idaho.gov/article/unusual-coyote-behavior-reported-bonner-county-north-idaho
Video captures coyote attacking toddler in Woodland Hills, California
https://www.bitchute.com/video/ojwCecTYBXKa/
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Talking to a Coyote in the Nevada Desert
By Tim Shey
I meet a curious coyote while eating a lemon pie.
I was walking south of Cedarville, California in the fall of 1999 and got a ride or two to Eagleville. There was this convenience store in Eagleville, so I thought I would stop by and get something to eat. The lady who owned the store was very friendly. She said that they were closing the store down in the next few days, so she gave me some beef jerky and a few lemon pies. I was very grateful. She told me that she was going to drive to Fernley, Nevada the next morning, so she would be looking for me tomorrow and give me a ride.
I walked out of the convenience store and got a ride or two south into Nevada and was dropped off in the middle of somewhere. It was close to sundown, so I walked for a short while and then walked out into the sagebrush and slept there that night. I was somewhere between Eagleville and Gerlach, Nevada.
The next morning, I woke up and sat up in my sleeping bag and began eating some beef jerky. Right now this coyote walked out of the sagebrush maybe fifteen yards from where I was sitting and began sniffing the air. He looked at me as if I would throw him a piece of beef jerky.
I looked at him and said, “Listen, coyote, this is my beef jerky. Go catch a rabbit or something.”
He looked disappointed and walked back into the sagebrush.
I am guessing that coyotes have an excellent sense of smell. He either heard me walking around last night and getting ready to sleep, or else he could smell me. I believe he was sleeping very close to my camp site last night — and maybe he wasn’t sleeping — maybe he was watching me.
After I got done with my beef jerky, I began to eat a lemon pie. The coyote reappeared from the sagebrush and began to sniff the air. He may have never smelled a lemon pie before. Not too many lemon pies are being baked in this part of the desert. He was even closer now — maybe ten yards from where I was sitting.
I looked at the coyote again and said, “This is my lemon pie, coyote. Beat it!”
He walked across my camp site, looking at me like a dog, trying to make me feel guilty for not giving him something to eat. He wandered into the sagebrush and I never saw him again.
With my breakfast finished, I rolled up my sleeping bag in my backpack and walked to the road. I may have walked a mile or so and the lady from the convenience store in Eagleville picked me up and drove me all the way to Fernley.
I told her those lemon pies really tasted good.
[Published by Digihitch—submitted December 25, 2011]
Hitchhiking Stories from Digihitch
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