How Red Is The Snow?

The first snow of the year creates great excitement at our home. It signifies the beginning of coyote season. Our county puts a bounty on coyotes each year in an effort to control the population and since they pay for each coyote you bring in, John is all over it.

Coyote season begins when John brings home a dead animal from his cousin's farm. The type of animal does not matter just so long as it stinks when the sun beats on it. Then after dark, John sits in the chair with the window open waiting for the poor unsuspecting mutt to come out to feast on the frozen flesh. After the the coyote enjoys a couple of bites, BANG he is dead. Now the whole family is awake, most of the time with the kids crying. John goes to bed completely satisfied while I deal with the aftermath. Not unlike another activity he enjoys.

Some winters he will get multiple coyotes and if the temperature stays below freezing, he will wait to take them in for his reward. I was horrified one afternoon when I arrived home from work and discovered that John had posed 6 of the dead animals to appear as if they were in their natural habitat. I do not have a great appreciation for dead things no matter how much money can be made. John, however, loves making money any way he can which may explain the miracle whip jar in the freezer with gopher paws in it. He gets $2.5o per pair and is saving them up to buy a new gun.

Friends please note, I do not store anything edible in that freezer so it is still safe to eat what I cook.