I spent Sunday trying to get a friend his first deer. Details on that later. While we were hunting I heard shots I figured were about where Dad should be. Two shots, bad sign.
I texted and asked if he needed help hauling or cleaning. He responded, “2 Shots, 2 Coyotes”.
A couple of hours later another, single shot. Unprompted he sent me, “Make that 3″.
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