Back in about 77, a buddy and I was out in the snow, looking to put his first coyote down, up by lake Davis Ca. We were setting back-to-back up against a big log laying on the ground, in the edge of a little flat. I had hit the Circe for a second series and looked up the hill to see a yote running full boar, zigzagging thru the sage.
I whispered here comes one my side to him, and heard him adjusting to see, the yote ran out onto the flat, about 30 yards away, he slowed to a trot, and before I could stop him with a bark, my buddy sent one, missed, sent another, miss... that yote flat moved and was gone. After giving my buddy some crap for missing, and not waiting till he stopped, we walked over to look at his tracks. There in the snow was a turd, then a couple of steps, another turd. We laughed, and I told my buddy "You scared the crap out of that one".
Mike