One of the guys was driving a back road the other day, and saw a coyote run out of the bush, with something in it's mouth. The coyote dropped it's meal, when it saw buddy in the truck; the coyote was carrying the back leg of a new-born fawn.
So kill coyotes, if you got the time. They're killing the fawn crop...
So kill coyotes, if you got the time. They're killing the fawn crop...


















































