...we patiently awaited our prey....
....we got a few bumps...taps....runs, but nothing more...it was a depressingly slow night. We also had a rod out chunking but no fish to show for it. I had not noticed how impatient Goose was growing and the constant Coyote howling in the distance but it was adding to his rage. He was constantly yelling aloud into the darkness with this hideous look on his face. He would disappear at times into the darkness and come stomping back with this determined but emotionless look on his face. I was starting to get worried. I haven't known Goose for all that long and was starting to see a different side to him. As the night grew longer, his temper seemed to flare up and he was disappearing more often...coming back mumbling to himself. I would try talking to him but it seemed useless, it was like I wasn't even there... Well the last time he walked into the darkness, he
never came back!!!
Some time later, I heard a scream...I headed into the darkness in search of Goose...thinking he may have been injured somehow. The screams grew louder, then some howling...it seemed both sounds were coming from the same place. I thought to myself...
"Goose is being ATTACKED by a COYOTE!!!"