Okay, y'all, this is a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I'm about to read this story.

And my dog just shit in the floor.

In my office here, she's got runny poops.

So if you hear me, just ignore it. It smells horrible in here. Plus, I've got a,

I've got about 15 hens on my porch. I have my door open, so you may hear some noise from them.

I don't know. None of this means anything, but I'm just letting you know what I go through

to get these stories out. Plus, it's a beautiful day and I need to be outside working in my yard,

so my wife won't be mad at me, but I'm in here doing this because I really want to get a podcast

out this afternoon. Somebody pat me on the back and say, it'll be okay, Cam.

It'll be okay.

Just read the story.

The writer on this story again wants to be anonymous, and here's what he writes.

This happened in late July just after they cut the hay, and the round bales had been taken,

and there was a short grass.

It's an excellent opportunity to shoot coyotes.

My dog was lying a few yards away from me in a mowed down path to the creek.

She was lying in my overgrown food plot.

The Johnson grass had since taken over and it was a good six feet tall.

While she slept, I was watching the hayfield from my side by side,

and I had my 1022 with me with a full magazine.

I've had that 22 since I was 14.

Most folks don't think a 22 is a good weapon for taking coyotes,

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