last year i was sitting in a climber looking over a dim road, which had a nice oak just across with a good spread of acorns. about an hour before dark, i hear pounding hooves, and i see a fawn tearing down the road. it splits off the road just past me, and i figure maybe momma is right behind it. so, i stand up and get ready, and wait. a minute or so later, i hear a sound on the road BEHIND me. i look to my left, and here comes the skinniest, mangiest old pit bull ever, sniffing hard and tracking that fawn from the opposite direction. i hesitate, and it heads on down the road. about 5 minutes later, i hear something running from the direction the fawn originally came. it was a huge half-black, half brown coyote. now, i tried to stop him with a whistle, but he was tearing right along the path the fawn took and never slowed down to give me a shot. i texted my buddy, who was hunting on another side of the property, and said, "what's next? a freaking giraffe? it's like Noah's ark over here!"
about 10 minutes before dark, that ole pit bull came sniffing back down the road. i had the green light, so i put a Magnus I right in the base of her neck. she went down without a sound, but after that crazy hunt, i was too scared to get down until my buddy got there with the good flashlight.