That guy you used to work with didn't have much sense.One guy I used to work with lived up the coast of Maine were the the coyotes had decimated the deer herd. He started buying large fishing hooks with steel leader on them. He would secure it and have it hanging about 5' to 6' off the ground from a tree limb. Then bait it with a chunk of meat. The coyote jumps grabbing the meat and hook and hes left hanging. The rest of the pack immediately starts chewing him up. By morning only the head on the hook is left. It had cought many many this way.
Bad idea. I don't care if it was Gen. Westmoreland.One guy I used to work with lived up the coast of Maine were the the coyotes had decimated the deer herd. He started buying large fishing hooks with steel leader on them. He would secure it and have it hanging about 5' to 6' off the ground from a tree limb. Then bait it with a chunk of meat. The coyote jumps grabbing the meat and hook and hes left hanging. The rest of the pack immediately starts chewing him up. By morning only the head on the hook is left. It had cought many many this way.
He was a veteran of Vietnam. A outdoorsman who loved hunting and fishing.
He also was a whatever the situation you need to overcome it kind of person. Whether a flooded basement or the coyotes he made a plan to overcome it.
And.. The countdown begins.One guy I used to work with lived up the coast of Maine were the the coyotes had decimated the deer herd. He started buying large fishing hooks with steel leader on them. He would secure it and have it hanging about 5' to 6' off the ground from a tree limb. Then bait it with a chunk of meat. The coyote jumps grabbing the meat and hook and hes left hanging. The rest of the pack immediately starts chewing him up. By morning only the head on the hook is left. It had cought many many this way.
He would have even less sense if he caught my dog.That guy you used to work with didn't have much sense.
And.. The countdown begins.
Glad someone got some pics to prove yotes don't run in packs.
Or your eye socket on an ATVHe would have even less sense if he caught my dog.
He was also a stupid, sadistic criminal with absolutely no morals. That's on the same level as putting out poison.He was a veteran of Vietnam. A outdoorsman who loved hunting and fishing.
He also was a whatever the situation you need to overcome it kind of person. Whether a flooded basement or the coyotes he made a plan to overcome it.