This is a true story. Try not to hold that against me.
I have a permanent place on my trapline where a giant culvert spans a wide ditch. Every coyote in the place goes across there at one time or another. With that established, let me backpedal a couple of steps.
My trusty trapline gun had been an H&R 922, nine-shot revolver. My dad bought it when I was 2 years old. I had pretty near worn out the old leather holster so I thought out of respect
