Originally Posted by
trimmer21
X2,BigJack. I was only 8 when a Coyote attacked a prize heifer in the barn yard. Everyone else was out in the back 40 with the hay wagon and I was all alone at the barn doing chores. I knew where Grandpa's 12ga and shells was stored in the driving shed right below me,so,I got it and took care of the Coyote. After I shot,two more came out,so,I whacked them,too. Mom and Grandma were flipping out,but,Grandpa,Dad and my uncles were stunned and elated. The sun rose and set on this kid for a few days after that. I've been a dedicated predator hunter ever since.