This is what happens when you go off to kill a coyote in the middle of baking bread.
I know. It sounds out of character for me. But when a good-looking man walks in your front door and asks if you want to help kill a coyote, you set down your flour and your dreams for perfect bread and just go.
We all know I didn’t actually kill the coyote, right? I just drove the four-wheeler through the fence while he opened and closed the gate and I held the gun while he moved the body and reset his traps.
Also I might have been the one who suggested hanging the dead coyote over the sheep fence so our neighbors can see his triumph.
But he was the one who’s weird enough to actually do it.