Warning: pictures of
dead animals below.
This is the reason I've been in Missouri!
Travis shot him at 105 yards with a 300 Remington ultra mag. He is a main frame 10 point with a 3 inch kicker off of his brow tine. (if you know what that means? Not sure I do.)
I actually went along to take care of my sweetheart and make sure he stayed out of trouble! He hunted his heart out and saw lots and lots of whitetail deer and one turkey. Out of all he saw, none were of legal size to kill. So he came home empty handed. (or empty cooler)
They planned this hunting trip over a year ago. Way before all of this past summers 'high health drama'. I tried more than once to cancel this trip due to bad health. The hard headed southern man I'm married to refused. So off we went to Macon, Missouri the week before Thanksgiving. We returned home Thanksgiving morning about 12:15.
I'm not sure who killed the coyote, but it was legal.
Drive 900 miles one way to hunt in extremely cold weather and sleep on a bunk bed and eat tasteless food and do with out Internet, cell phone service and a TV and then drive another 900 miles home in Thanksgiving traffic, PRICELESS??
Forget about it!
But if he wants to do it again??
I'll go along and take care of him again and again and again, if that's what he wants. He's gone through so much. He more than anyone deserves to have a little fun. (I just still can't see how that can be fun!)