While growing up in Wyoming my sister and I often stayed with our aunt and uncle during the summer. On one of these visits, sometime during WW2, we drove past a huge pile (it seemed as big as our car) of coyote carcasses, shot by a local rancher. Uou could smell them for a mile. Now sixty years later and in California with coyotes nightly roaming through our yard and neighborhood I think that the wily coyote will be in North America long after we are gone.

[If you like dogs and/or Wyoming, I recommend the book below. - Dave]