I was out one day in late June checking some snares, because you just don't let up on the coyotes if you are working on a sheep ranch. They had docked 95% and 102% in these pastures and were running between 5500 and 6000 in the two pastures. The neighboring ranch hadn't done quite as well and told the guy I was working on that they were still losing lambs. I made my way up a little used road along a 1950's era pipeline that went up the bottom of a deep draw for over a mile. It was a coyote travel route they used to get unseen from one ranch to the other untold generations of coyote had used this draw. When I would get to good tracking soil I would stop get out of my truck and look for tracks there were plenty of them going in both up and down the draw in the stock trails. After I was getting near the top of the draw and close to the ridge top, I stopped got my gear out and set up my siren, it's a 210 db siren so hearing protection is a must have. I ran it for several seconds but less than a minute as I don't want to run it long enough that the coyotes will stop howling before I stop using it. I took my hearing protection off and waited probably a minute passed then way off in the distance on the neighbors ranch I heard three distinct coyotes start talking. They were well over a mile out and it seemed to me that they had taken the time to get on a hilltop before talking as they often will here in my area. This ranch had its own predator control guy, so I got on the phone to the guy I was working for and told him where the coyotes were that I had heard then finished checking my sets and went home. That evening I got a call from the rancher I worked for asking me to go out and locate for the helicopter in the pasture where I had heard them that morning. They had a new guy with some cur dogs that they wanted to try out to see how he did before hiring him for the county to den the pups. I got out there and sat listening well before daybreak, it was quiet then after sunrise They gave me a call and told me when the helicopter would be there. At the appropriate time I howled my locator howls, a couple of ridges over they answered I heard the helicopter coming and got on the radio with it gave him the location and started watching the coyotes, the chopper came in and he was too close to me so I got him turned and put him on top of them they all just sat on a hill top and watched the chopper till he got his gunner on them. The first one went down and the chase was on for the other two, as they were taking care of them, I saw some half-grown pups running in the bottom of a draw towards me and got on the radio with the rancher and the new guy to let them know where they were. Three of them holed up and the guy's dogs kept them there one ran and came up the draw towards me. The head of the draw had a cut bank that was close to 5 feet high I ran down there behind the pup jumped in the draw. A half-grown pup sat in the shade under the cut bank with his head hanging down it bothered me to kill him but that's what I had to do. They were all well fed on lamb fat and well. They hired the new guy he lasted a little over a year before his wife wanted to go home to where the grandkids were. He gave me one of his pups she turned out good, but she wasn't my old dog, Buckwheat. There will be some good dogs but most of the time you will have only one that really stands out to you, I had two Elly May and Buckwheat. Someone killed Elly May Buckwheat was a litter mate of hers that Howard Carnathan sent me, after she was killed, they came all the way to Wyoming from Tupelo Mississippi. But that's another story in itself .