"Coyote attacks on humans are uncommon and rarely cause serious injuries, but have been increasing in frequency, especially in the state of California. In the 30 years leading up to March 2006,
at least 160 attacks occurred in the United States, mostly in the Los Angeles County area"........ from Google
I was chasing some reticent cows through and across a canyon. They had simply not got the memo on what was going on. The far side was brushy and I had lost track of them but could hear them crashing through the brush. The wife had stopped on the other side and was spotting the cows for me, yelling directions. I needed to get ahead of the cattle to turn them back and down to the right towards the corrals. I got to the a clearing on this steep canyon wall and stopped to give my horse a breather. I was pretty sure I'd got most of them turned but I hadn't heard any directions in a bit either. Looking back and across I could see the wife on her horse, Lil Man with the cowdog Canela. They were surrounded by a pack of about 7 or 8 coyotes and the coyotes were closing in. I could see Canela moving closer to Lil Man. Now I always carry a sidearm at the ranch but they were too close to the wife to go popping off rounds and she was unarmed. So I turned my big gelding and we started crashing down through the brush at a run. Now I was riding Sonny and he's a big stout pony, stupid tough. Not much of a Ferrari in him, more of a Peterbuilt kinda guy. Fact, one of his nicknames was Battleship. So we came crashing through that brush, a whipping and a spurring, (yeah I remember Slim Pickins In Blazing Saddles) and making all kinds of holy heck and those coyotes actually hung out for a bit. I could see Canela starting to snarl. She was small but had a huge can of CRAZY she carried around with her, (saved my butt more than once loading some snot slinging steers), she wasn't going out with out a fight. About this time the tank I was riding got there and the coyotes melted away, a couple scurrying away pretty darn quickly in fact. Like the Gov Perry story related above, seemed to me that the Coyotes were focused on the cowdog. But the presence of a person, even on horseback wasn't slowing em down any. The wife always carries a sidearm at the ranch nowadays. Ya know me gotta have pics.
Stupid tough Sonny:
Bringing in the last few. The wife on Lil Man and Me on Sonny. Bout the time of this escapade.
That's Canela near the heels of Sonny. Kinda coyote looking her ownself. The canyon in the story is in the background, we call it Hog Canyon cause there's lots of pigs back up in there. Nichole the wife was on the left side and I was on the right.
Late last summer I had to put Sonny down. He'd been retired with several other older horses out at the ranch for some years. Horsey Cancun. But he was starting to struggle getting up and down and getting around. Folks say why don't ya let em live out their lives naturally there, ya've got the room, thousands of acres. Well, nature taking her course ain't very nice. A horse or an old cow goes down and can't get back up, the coyotes will just eat them. Won't kill them first, they just eat em. Don't much like coyotes. So I sell the old cows and put the horses down when its time. Tough part of the job sometimes. He was a good one.