"YES, just kill it!"
He did and we went on. When we got back to the house, I went back in the field for another round and he put Sassy up. I got to the rise again and Faith started not wanting to go. I had a spur on that time. At the top I looked and saw 2 grown coyotes and some little ones in the middle of the field. The smaller adult broke for cover of the woods and the other one was just sitting with the pups. I turned and gaited back to the house. Faith was, like "Finally, I was trying to tell you there was something there!". Hal went back with a gun and shot three more little ones. The grown ones were gone by the time he got back there. Now we know why he has lost about 45 chickens and 3 of the ones we have left are one legged. He's already trapped 2 'coons and a possum with 10 babies and got rid of them. He saw a coyote after his chickens right next to their coop yesterday and the prettiest one was gone. They've been feeding their family with them and there's still a breeding pair back there.
Wow, y’all had some excitement last night! Sounds like you’ve been running a varmint buffet and didn’t know it. At least he got some of them killed.
Wow... Hard core story! I understand, but I can’t imagine!