I actually got a job to knock out a pack of coyotes this week.
An old friend called me up tonight tonight and she said that a pack of coyotes had killed her best bear hound and and a goat and she wanted them gone.
She lives on 30 acres, way out in the country, pastured and scrub oak bordered by a creek.
I'm headed out there tomorrow evening to get a lay of the land, sight in my hot-rod 22-250 and eat some pig with her and her daughter.
Next week, me and Pops are gonna wreak some havoc on that pack of coyotes.
