Hockey Gay wrote:
Tell the story again, leash, or link me.
I don't remember where it was, and I'm exaggerating about almost being killed, but it was a very strange encounter for coyotes. Having grown up in the middle of nowhere, I saw coyotes a lot... worked on a lot of farms, too, and we'd have to make sure to keep an eye on the livestock. The only reason I bring it up is because I know how they behave. They're one of the most skiddish animals you'll ever come across. I have literally never (before this incident) had a coyote see me and not immediately run away or find cover.
So, anyway, last year, I was walking my dog, and the biggest coyote I'd ever seen was walking down the middle of the street. It was dark out, and at first I thought it was a baby deer. If I had to guess, I'm gonna say this was between 50-60 pounds (I know it can be deceiving at dark so that might be a little on the heavy side). Now, just seeing the coyote wasn't weird because we live kind of between the Naperville-Plainfield area which is a lot of subdivisions and corn fields. There are plenty of deer, coyotes, and all kinds of animals around us. Weird part was that it saw my dog and me and just kept walking slowly while staring right at us. That is truly bizarre behavior for a coyote, believe me.
A couple months later (last Fall), I was fishing about two blocks from where I live at a local pond. My dog was actually with me because it was a nice night and he will just come sit and chill by the water. He started acting all goofy and uptight, so I took him home. I came back and was sitting on the bank when I heard all the neighborhood dogs start barking and then it morphed into a group of howls. It got closer and closer. Before I knew it, I looked up and there is a very big white-ish coyote standing about 50 feet away from me and between me and my truck. I remember the color because it almost looked like a gray wolf (though obviously much smaller). And probably another 50 feet away from it on the other side was another one. I could tell by their body language that there were more to the South of where we were. I think they were hunting small animals/dogs or luring larger animals back into their pack. Anyway, I grabbed my pliers/fishing scissors and my pole, picked up and started to slowly walk back to my truck which basically required walking right past the big one. So I did, and that fucker still didn't move an inch. VERY weird behavior. So I basically took my pole, started waving it around like a crazy person and and yelling at them to move. This was enough to freak them out so that they scampered off, but they still didn't move quickly like a normal coyote would.
I think they're getting less and less afraid as we expand our urban areas and they're finding plentiful food sources in terms of trash, small animals, and small pets. Just need to keep an eye out if you have pets or small kids. Hell, if there'd been 3 or 4 of these ones and they really wanted to, they could have cornered me in the water and done some real damage. I've heard a pack of coyotes kill a full-grown deer, and it's a sickening thing to listen to.
The two on my dad's deck last week were at least 50 lbs.
We were taken back by their size and lack of fear.