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Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Coyote...

Story ID:7452
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Dillon Montana USA
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Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Coyote…
By Chuck Dishno

When I was about 14 I was an avid duck and goose hunter and rarely missed a day of the 70 day migratory water fowl season. I lived on the edge of the Sycan Valley in Bly, Oregon so walking to the hay fields was just a matter of 20 minutes or so.

One of these fields was a grain field and after the harvest it would be left with standing stubble. Naturally it was called a stubble field (we were sure original in those days).

One frosty November morning I walked into the field and lay down in a small depression then covered myself with wheat straw. Even though it was only about 10 degrees outside, I remained warm since I had on long handled underwear, Levies, a flannel shirt and over all this, I had a pair of my brother’s army fatigues plus a coat and shell vest. I was also lying on a bed of straw that I had pulled in to line the depression. There was also a light coating of snow on the ground.

There weren’t any birds flying but I was patient and I knew that they would come by soon and I was ready with my trusty 12 gauge Winchester beside me loaded with #2 shot.

After about an hour the sun came out and I fell into a deep toasty sleep. All of a sudden, I was awakened by a noise that sounded like “snuff, snuff, snuff. I opened my eyes and right over me was a coyote with his nose about 3 inches from my face. He was sniffing for mice under the straw and found me. I let out a yell and sat straight up. I don’t know who was the most frightened, me or Mr. Coyote but he took off on a dead run across the field and disappeared in the sage brush. I know that my heart was pounding like mad and after I had calmed down I lay back down to await the morning fly-by.

I had interrupted the coyote’s search for breakfast but I wasn’t about to be denied a duck or goose dinner.

Such were times growing up in the unique town of Bly, Oregon.

Just another memory from my past.