My friends who have been nice enough to let me hunt on there private land here in Oregon, told me last week that they lost some chickens to coyotes. They asked me to come out and do some shooting. I gladly obliged them. This mourning I called some in under 75 yards to me. I picked the biggest one in the crowd and lined up my scope on its throat just at the base of its neck It was facing me so I dd not have a choice. I squeezed the triger and the coyote flipped head over heels and landed on its back. I got to say I was using a 30.06 with 180 grain rounds. I wanted to make a point Off the rest of the pack goes a running. I shot at two of them but no luck. Damn these things can run. So I go over to my coyote to take a look at the carnage. The bullet went into the base of the neck and came out the left rear leg. Not much left of the leg either. So after hunting I gutted it and all the organs were like jello.I forgot how much these things stink. Ive decided to make a hat of the fur. Should keep me nice and warm next winter. ;D My wife is worried I will wear it around town.