So I am turkey hunting this morning.
Well, more leaning against a tree and dozing, when a coyote trots down a tree line then suddenly swerves toward me.
Maybe he saw the hen decoy I had out and thought he might have some easy pickings.
Then he is coming straight at me, without having a clue I am there, all cocooned inside my camo.
The coyote, a beauty, gets close enough I am ready to cough and scare the bejesus out of him, when he decides to veer slightly right, still oblivious to my being there.
I want to get a photo as he passes less than 20 feet away--with no idea I am there--but know I can't reach out stealthily enough to get the camera.
Finally, I twitched enough that he jumped, turned and galloped off much faster than I realized coyotes could.