one really dark night
up in the mountains where i once lived.....it was pitch black with no moon.....and this horific dog/coyote fight happened and the sounds were blood chilling to say the least.... and i "thought"
a pack of coyotes were killing my dog and going to eat it.
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many nights up there you could hear all the youngins howling in a chorus for their hunting parents to return to the den ....
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anyway: in self defense of my dog being mauled i ran into the blackness yelling and screaming swinging this big tree branch about six feet long as a club in a vicious rage trying to connect and whack them hard......they were all around me it seemed, snarling and growling and snapping, scuffling in this huge commotion but i JUST could not see a damned thing and there had been no time to grab a flashlight. this went on for what seemed an eternity and as i swung the stick yelling and running the fight kept moving further away.... until finally i got ahold of my dingo who was covered in blood and all wet. i scooped her up.....
so.... i ran towards the house...."thinking" high speed road trip to the VET as the nearest emergency clinic was at least 45 minutes away....
i got her into the bath tub and she was now a completely "red dog" all shakin up and started washing off all that blood..... trying to find out where her injuries (gashes) were and SON OF A GUN...she didnt have a single cut ON HER and so it was all coyote blood to my astonishment..... i was never so proud of her....
she had opened one big can of whoop A$$ on them....
afterwards (12:15am) i grabbed my gun and flashlight and went blood trail tracking and lost the trail , early....as they can cover enormous distance in no time....and decided to try again at first light to no avail... and never saw a dead one.
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