If your dad had a large stick in his hands, the coyotes probably would have bolted.
He had nothing and was pushing 80 at the time.
He’d been up on the ridge putting out apples and pumpkins for the deer when the pack showed up.
It’s nothing but loose rocks the whole way down and he knew if he turned his back, he was gone so he walked backwards about 400 yards, to the truck.
It was the *one time* he didn’t have a rifle slung on his back.
He never made that mistake again.