Thanks Roy and Brad.
The coyote is kind of a funny story....That was back in the mid 1990's and Dad and I had both tagged out in archery season. I was away at college and he took a walk on the first day of gun season when he came across it. Somebody had shot it in the spine and left it. It was still very much alive, so Dad picked up a big stick and clubbed it to death. Coyotes were still pretty rare around these parts back then so he drug it home, got a rug made out of it, and it hung on his wall for years - much to my mother's dismay. I eventually inherited it and one day just stuck a broken arrow in it's mouth.