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in my youth, i shot a coyote with a .357. the landowner made us take out a few before he gave us a permit to hunt his duck ponds. i pole-axed him (the coyote). we were hunting long range and one popped up close..i had the handgun.
that rancher had the best duck ponds - his cattle tanks. we would jump shoot them.
the coyotes hated us.
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poof! gone
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