I was driving to Walla Walla where I would be umpiring a D3 college tennis tournament, when I spotting this coyote, perhaps only about 200 yards away. I pulled off the road (US 12) and broke out the camera. I was shooting with a light morning haze in the air, into the sun, so the details aren't too crisp.
I thought it might be instructive to see how he would react to one of my calls, so I broke out a howler. He looked at me for 2 seconds, and then skedaddled. Methinks my howling technique needs some refinement. Good to know.
Hope springs eternal. I had packed all my hunting gear with the hopes of getting a stand or two in before dark (not near where this photo was taken) as I returned from my gig Sunday (now, only a few hours ago). I had the time, and the daylight, but my legs were sore and my feet blistered from being on the courts a total of 23 hours. I couldn't drag myself out of the car to hunt. (Shows lack of dedication. I know.)
