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Sort of a fishing story, and yes with a coyote. My father took me and my brother on a fishing trip to Mooseshead lake. We stopped at a rest area outside of Greenville predawn and my father got a sleeping bag out and decided to catch a few z's under a picnic table. He was about 15 yards from the car. Me and my brother were about 17ish and decided to smoke a little something while dad was sleeping. After a bit a coyote walks out of woods and over to dad under picnic table and starts sniffing all over him. My father didn't move, we were giggling, then the coyote walks on. My father pops up as he was completely aware of what happened and runs over to car. My brother and me roll down windows quickly and attempt to fan out offensive odor. My father was so frazzled he didn't even notice the smell.
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