I grew up in a different time and different place than most. Living in the country it became a rite of passage shooting jackrabbits or coyote while driving, mainly at night. Of course this was on private ranches and deserted roads. If a coyote dared showing himself the chase was on. The driver seldom shot but the passengers got some shooting. The driver had his hands full driving 50 mph across fields and rough roads in pursuit of the little yodel dogs. Just about every family had a beater car us kids could use. The driver if alone could get a jackrabbit running ahead of his headlights and get some handgun practice. Most of this happened between the ages of 12 and 20. You would think that with age comes a softening of attitudes towards coyotes. However coming out of the hills this year during elk season, we spotted a coyote in an open field. Three of us in a Razor, a Colt Woodsman, and the chase was on. The old dog had too much of a head start on us and got into the brush before we could overtake him. Laughing like teenagers we turned around to discover 2 of our rifles had been thrown out of the atv in our pursuit. Had to backtrack to find them a little scuffed up but still good as new. You would think that at the age of 61 the thrill of the chase would vanish. Pleased to say that is not the case.