In 1997 I broke my neck at the C-5, C-6 level so then in early 1998 I had a fusion of it and was healing up from it when denning season rolled around. I was out checking snares on a guy, so I stopped in at the helicopter pilots house for a visit and coffee he lived 65 miles out of town. As we were visiting, he asked me what's the stiches in your neck for, I told him, and he said yeah, I know your wife told me you weren't supposed to be out doing this **** and you defiantly weren't supposed to be shooting a shot gun from the helicopter. I smiled at him, and he said your wife told me you would never tell me that, but can you spot for me? I told him that I could, then he asked do you think you can find dens from the air. I said yes, I would think so. So, we arranged for him to set down and pick me up the next day at such and such ranch. We got off the ground just a little after sun rise, with the old standby gunner, went over and picked up the rancher that was having problems to give us directions to the pastures he wanted hunted. As we were flying in to the first pasture, I told the pilot there's the den he circled it and asked me if, I was sure. I told him yes so; he dropped me off and said they were going after the adults. I took eight pups out of that den, and they dropped one off for me to check to see how many pups she had given birth to. About that time, I spotted a coyote curled up near a sage brush radioed them and got them on it they came in low and slow and were right on top of him before he broke and ran. Another well trained older coyote that had been hunted from the air before maybe shot and lived through it, a good example of seeing one that is laid up hiding not moving but something just wasn't as it should be a sage brush cancer, that I just got lucky and saw. We gathered up and went to the next pasture, were I spotted a coyote duck into a small sagebrush filled draw, got the pilot on it we got her downed, dropped me off and I went back up the draw to where she had been laying when I first saw her. I laid down and started looking around and in the bottom of the draw saw her den hole. I had checked her and saw she had six pups, and that's the number I took from that hole. Aweek later the pilot called me to say well so and so said he wouldn't pay me fo the pups saying it was Neil that took them not you. The pilot asked him who the he11 is Neil and the rancher told him the guy you had with you that found the dens, the pilot told him that's not his name his name is Dave. He had me mixed up with my brother I told the pilot, it would be okay I would give him the pay as I was working for him not the rancher that day. It was a good payday fourteen pups at 50.00 each paid for a little of the cost of flying the helicopter. and it probably saved the rancher a lot of lambs also paying for him to pay us.