No Coyotes

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in the Idaho mountains. The sun was peaking over the eastern mountain next to my house, the birds were chirping, the creek was relaxing to listen to, but I was not up early to enjoy all of these things – no, I had important BBQ things to do, most of which revolved around a 10 pound brisket.

As I am setting up the smoker (A Traeger Eastwood 22) with hickory pellets, I notice something running in the lower half of my field. I don’t normally see deer or elk this early over here, and when I do, they aren’t usually running around. Of course with my ADHD kicking in, I stopped what I was doing to investigate.

As I walk closer to the edge of the patio, I see a coyote! Now, I have small dogs, so I am not a fan of coyotes around my babies <3. At this point the coyote is maybe 30-40 feet from me.

Me: Fuck you coyote! I’ll kill your family!

The coyote who was having a good time until he saw my giant ass yelling at him:

He cheesed it in the other direction.