I've got so many dog and coyote stories I could fill up an entire book. We are loaded up on coyotes around here. One night my little dog, Sarah, who herself resembles a coyote, had runoff and was across the other side of the holler (yes, I live ina holler
) and getting into it with at least 2 coyotes. I don't know how I did it but, in my crocks (don't hate me because I wear crocks), I managed to sprint down across my property (which is on a fairly steep slope) jump two ditches and sprint across my nieghbors field. When I found her it was just starting to rain and the coyotes were gone and - thankfully - she was fine. Another few minutes I think they would have had here. But that dog is tough as nails.
I used to have a Black and Tan coon hound. Sweetest dog I ever owned. Also by far the dumbest. And also one of the toughest! When we lived in town if I left the back gate open she would simply walk around front and sit on the front porch. When I moved to the country she ran off first chance she got. I found her about 6 weeks later 8 miles away backing some chained pit bull looking dog away from his supper dish at some run down trailer. Got her back and not 2 weeks later she ran off again. A couple nights later I heard her howling as she was coming down the mountain. I got out and took off down the road on foot, hearing her coming. I didn't have a flash light and it was pitch black, I couldn't see anything. I heard her come about 20 yards in front of me howling furiously on the trail of something. I called but she just went on howling, up over the other side of the mountain. Never got that close to here again. I thought I continued to hear her for about a year here and there howling around the cove. Then one day I realized I hadn't heard that howl in a long time.
Usually people who run their dogs to tree animals are a PITA for people who camp or back pack. I have had so many stupid hounds hang out at my campsite that don't get the hint you don't want to share your food with them. Then again, last fall we had one stubborn hound chase a bear out of our camp. I was thankful for that one.
Two years ago this spring I was out hiking on the old logging trails behind my house when I came over a small rise and saw a mama coyote sunning herself early one morning on the trail with about 6 pups laying all around. She jumped up and took off for a couple seconds, then came to her senses, came back and yipped and yipped to get her pups to follow her. 4 of the did, getting up and trotting after her. Two kind of just got off the trail, one just hunkered down in the weeds and shivered within an arms reach. Teeny thing, just a fur ball you could carry in your hand. Obviously I left it alone but I thought, just for a moment, what kind of a crazy pet that would make. Mamma kept yipping and yipping, even though I could not see her I could hear her. I walked along for a long while with her yipping after me from the cover of the woods until she finally felt I was not a threat any longer.
I could go on and on with stories like that.