Years ago, my grandfather and I were making our way back to the house after an unsuccesful hog hunt. I was packing my pride and joy...my .45-70 Government. We heard some commotion about 40 yds ahead and we eased into some brush until it was clear what was making the racket. Well, a coyote, clearly rabid, staggered into the trail. He was beautiful but clearly in poor health. My grandfather advised me it was best to put him out of his misery. I eased out in front of him. He turned to face me and the look in his eye was like he was begging to be put down. If any of you guys are familiar w/ a .45-70, it is a slow moving bullet but pack one heck of a knock down. I shot the coyote in the chest and the bullet exploded thru his midback. Dead before he hit the ground. B/c he had rabies, my grandfather and I gathered up some brush and branches and covered the him. If we had the capabilities, we would have burned him but were weren't too keen on the idea of starting a fire in the dry woods!