A few years back while bow hunting Elk, I shot a Coyote on my way into our unite with my bow.
We were driving up a gravel road and came around a corner and there stood a Coyote.
So, I got out of the rig and knocked an arrow.
When I let fly, I saw sparks behind the Coyote where my broadhead hit the gravel. I thought I had missed.
Then the Coyote did a few flips and piled up. D.O.A.
Virgil B.