Here, Joe poses with a called coyote, which "hung-up", then following a "hold-over" miss (the first shot was only about 350 Yd., while Joe guessed 400+ a tad), the she-dog decided to head for another county ! Just before the hapless coyote topped the knoll, I stopped it with a few pup distress squeals, then, Joe aimed his new .240 Weatherby, using a little (this time, EDUCATED) "Kentucky windage", in the general direction of the hesitant c-dog and launched another 85 Gr. Nosler Partition at 3500 FPS! The result was obvious - but you're viewing the entrance side! I drove the SS Bruin (Joe's affectionate knick-name for my Yamaha 4-wheeler) over to the coyote, whereupon Joe's new Lica range-finder was able to reliably range the quad at a nifty 468 yards! Hoy, THAT was one great shot! :) Due to [black] plague decimating the prairie dogs, I couldn't get Joe to lift the coyote; it is believed that coyotes carry the fleas about - thus, it took some threats from BIG MIKE to get Joe's gloved hand clamped onto an ear!;) RG