Here is an old coyote with a lot of dirt roads and history behind him.
I once thought that you could catch just about any adult male coyote that crossed your path without too much trouble.
The male’s bold nature is most often their downfall I believe.
There are always exceptions to the rule, and old
Tripod was one of them.
What he was missing in the running gear department he made up for in sendero savvy.
Here’s the Road Warrior in 2019 before the trapping started that year.
Over seventy coyotes bit the dust in Tripod’s back yard that season.
By the time 2020 rolled around
it was still his back yard. The winter of 2020 showed no sign of the three legged wonder.
Fifty plus coyotes went for a ride in the Polaris, yet the gimp was still on the lamb.
Not one single photo was taken of him by February 2021.
A mama cow died in
March 2021 from complications giving birth. She died in a pasture adjacent to a heavy pressure area.
Tripod immediately showed up at the carcass and defended the top spot against five other coyotes the entire time he was there.
Around fifteen coyotes were taken at the dead cow fiesta, but the guest of honor managed to skate again.
Another twenty or so contestants would trip the pan as well, but the one who leaves three tracks in the sand was not one of them.
Winter 2021 would come and go without a trace of the gray ghost.
March ushered in the spring of 2022 and there he was.
The injury looked to be from an old gunshot wound.
A fresh missing toenail on his right front showed he had been making the rounds.
He had put some years behind him from the looks of his choppers.
He did well to
"keep so much hair when so many's after it".