one. went hunting for 'em, didn't see any. then one ran in front of my Subaru.
in a way country road in Texas, and it wasn't dead. so I reversed, and asked my passenger (brother) for my pistol in the glove box. I open the door and step out to put the yote out of misery, and my pistol won't fire, (had it on half cock) so I "chamber a round, which ejects a good round. and my magazine didn't feed a new round in (wrong magazine) so I now don't have a round in the pistol at all. so I have to pick up the round from the empty roadway and put the yote down. wow what a mess.
just recently a coyote/fox took my cat from my front yard. left a nice blood trail down the road for over two blocks. I'm itching for revenge now.