OK, before Vince tells the rest of the world. I missed a Coyote. Vince and I were driving down near Nenana. There was the remains of a Moose lying down off the road, next to the trees. As we approached a Coyote jumped up and stood there looking at the truck. I reached for my rifle in the seat behind me, but was unable to reach it. Vince reached back and handed it to me. I then remembered the magazine was empty. I removed the magazine fast and opened a box of shells. I loaded the magazine then got out of the truck. As I got out the Coyote took off through the trees. I moved down and away from the road to where it looked like I had a clear shot, and took the shot, but too much brush between me and the Coyote. This animal had a beautiful thick looking coat. I'm really sick I was so unprepared, and let this one get away. Never fails, you do things right time and time again, and no one is there to notice. You screw up once and someone it there, shaking his head. Makes you want to crawl into a snow cave and hide the rest of the winter.