On Memorial Day 1991 I sat up on this ridge to locate coyotes, it was denning season and I wanted to get a good idea where the dens were located without doing a lot of walking in the rough draws, so being lazy or maybe working smarter not harder, I got my siren out set it up put my ear protection on and ran it. As I shut it down and removed my earmuffs, I could hear two groups of pups talking, some over in a small canyon directly to my front and another group way off to my right-hand side in the badlands, it sounded like they were the older ones and close to an artesian well. So, I went for the younger group in the canyon first, It took me around 45 minutes to get where I wanted to set up and howl for mom or dad. I did a loud shrill half howl and a couple of shrill quick barks. Two coyotes showed up one at about 75 yards and one close to 150 yards. I shot the close one and the far one ran but I did some hurt coyote squalls it stopped turned toward me and ran in my way head low back hunched up hackles bristling, and tail tucked. I shot it. then found the den hole close to where she had been. I got seven pups from that den, gathered all my stuff and drug it to my truck and went for the second group of pups. Knowing where the well was and the roads in that area helps a ton. It took over an hour to get close and park in a saddle hiding my truck then walking to a good place for a setup to call. I started that morning running my siren at close to six AM it was now getting close to noon, but I hoped to get a response from at least one adult near the den, so I used just one long lone howl and sat waiting, out maybe a quarter of a mile one coyote stood up from the top of a little hill. I watched and waited for probably 20 or 30 minutes then just let out a couple of howls two barks and another howl, nothing aggressive just kind of well I'm here is anyone else kind of thing, I heard you earlier today I just wanted to come visit. The coyote slowly came down off of the hill into the draw and disappeared. In a few minutes it showed up out about a hundred yards with another coyote, and they stood there staring my direction. I shot the one on the left side the one on the right side didn't break it just stood there so I dropped it as well. I will never know why this coyote reacted that way it was the only coyote I ever had that did that. I walked down to the hill where the first coyote was on the small hill and could see the den with the dirt and grass all mashed down from the pups playing. With the adults and pups, I took nineteen coyotes that day. I had to go through the rancher's driveway on my way out, so I stopped by to show and tell, his oldest daughter was there with her little French Bull dog, it ran over to me sniffed at me then ran off stopped stood there barking and being aggressive toward me. That's the only dog that has ever reacted that way toward me, it never did get over it and to the day it died acted like it hated me. The rancher laughed at me and said Jade thinks you're a coyote. He always laughed and said that's the only animal I know of that doesn't like you.