I was really, really hesitant to tell this story. It’s gross, and weird, and generally disgusting. But, we aren’t doing anything else, really. So.
Back in early January, Matt was getting ready to head in to work one day, when he gets a call from his buddy Bill. As if it was a perfectly normal thing to say, Bill goes “Dude, I just saw a coyote on the side of the road. Looks pretty fresh. Want me to grab it for ya?” As if it was a perfectly normal response, Matt goes “Psh, yeah!”
That was in early January. Now, granted, it’s been a deeply, deeply cold winter in these parts. And really, that’s been our saving grace for once, because Matt only just got around to doing something about that coyote on Sunday night. Part of it was that once it got into the garage, it was frozen solid, and he couldn’t do much with it. But it’s been starting to warm up, and before things got much, much worse in there, he had to suck it up and work on it. That, and there were still deer bits all over the floor. Once we got done with the deer back in November, the temperatures really plummeted. The deer bits needed to get cleaned up, too.
So that’s what we did. I got the legs and skin parts bagged up. And Matt got to work on that very, very stiff coyote. Sweet mother, it was awful. Sub-freezing temperatures or not, that thing had been decomposing away for the last two months. Both frozen and smelly, we were working on it for two hours. I told him no more roadkill, and definitely no more letting them sit ever. So he has his coyote skin now. Urp.