So there I was in my stand tonight ... sweating and trying not to get carried away by the mosquitoes ... waiting for Mr. Big still in velvet (odds were slim) to stroll by and
A darn coyote trotted past me. I never saw him coming and he was gone as fast as he appeared. He had no idea I was there, and I lip squeaked to see if could turn him back for a shot, but he never even slowed. He was a mission and it obviously didn't involved getting skewered by me tonight. Next time buddy!