05/05/2026
"When the hunter becomes the hunted.”
Before leaving for work this morning, I glanced out the kitchen window while gathering my things and spotted a light-colored animal beyond our back pasture. At first, I thought it was Willow, our yellow lab—but I’d just seen her moments earlier.
So I kept watching.
The animal started to move casually along the fence line, in a sneaky trot exploring his surroundings & looking for its next prey. I knew exactly what it was.
I ran to the gun cabinet, punched in the code—nothing. Battery missing--Of course. I scrambled for the keys, came up empty, and rushed into our bedroom. I abruptly woke my husband, who was fast asleep and asked for the gun safe keys. Without hesitation, he got out of bed finding the keys from their safe keep, handed them over, not even asking why.
Back to the safe-Unlocked. I scrambled to find ammo, a gun and a clip. My camo synthetic stock .30-06 Savage was in the front—a gun I’m not too fond of because it kicks like a mule. But, I had that ammo readily in front of me & a moving target.
By the time I got the gun loaded, the coyote was gone.
So I tried calling it in—making injured rabbit noises. Moments later, it slipped under the spring gate and started charging toward the house. It had no idea the situation had changed—desperately thinking about the easy meal.
First shot. It bolted across the first paddock, ducked under the water trough opening, and into the second. I thought to myself, 'I missed' as I was reloading.
It paused for just a second before trotting on. I started again with the rabbit noises.
It stopped—broadside.
Second shot.
Dropped.
I secured the rifle back to the safe, told my husband, “It’s down in the pasture. Can you take care of it and send me a picture?”—and then I left for work.
About an hour later, my husband messaged me after all the kids left for school. The picture is attached below. "It has 3 holes." I only shot twice. So the initial shot was in the neck and the other 2 were the enter/exit to the chest broadside. I hadn't missed afterall.
Just another morning living on a farm and protecting our livestock.