I know this is radical thinking today, but my grandpa would kill anything that ate what he ate. He lived in the Great Depression, fed his family wildlife because there were plenty of times there was no work. He went to Montana and Wyoming to work on the railroad for fifty cents a day if I remember what he told me correctly. They ran trotlines in the Caney River a few miles east of here and sold the fish to local grocery stores. In winter months they would rabbit and quail hunt most of the day and then chase varmints at night. They went almost everywhere on foot. I can't tell you how many times he told me he would be six or seven miles from the house when daylight broke, and then they would hunt all the way back. It was always a hustle to just make ends meet. We certainly don't have to live that way today for the most part, but if I have to choose between rabbits, quail, pheasant, turkey, deer, squirrel, and anything else I might want to make some gravy with, I'm picking those over varmints every time. I simply do not pass up a coyote or anything else that eats the critters I eat as long as it's legal to deal with them. I'll throw my chickens in there too; coyotes love my chickens until they die of lead poisoning. I know folks say varmints don't do that much damage to wildlife, but when I was a kid, we would regularly jump a dozen covey of quail in a day. There were a few around here this year, but it's the first in I don't know when. A guy with really good dogs says you can walk all the way across Osage county to jump a single covey. The habitat hasn't changed that much around here over the last sixty years of my life, but game populations certainly have. Over the last several years I have killed literally hundreds of racoons, one summer alone over fifty. How many quail eggs and turkey eggs do those scoundrels eat a year? I know folks, at least some folks, believe this kind of thinking is wrong, and I am not trying to change that mind, think what you wish because I assure you my mind won't change.