I'm was only 48 years old, but I had been through a tour to Iraq, and let me tell you, I've been hurting ever since. Been blown up, fell in lots of holes, been shot once, it's pretty safe to say that I can't do much crazy movement anymore. After raising Holly it's also safe to say that my body isn't the only thing that's been worn down on. But I enjoyed every bit of it, no matter how angry or upset I might have been. Especially when she graduated from college, I had never been so proud.

"Excuse, Hi, I'm Tyler Sheidlin, Yep he told me to call you about a coyote problem, thought maybe I could help with your population issue." I had called Martin Down at the Old Pendergrass ranch, I heard that a bunch of Coyotes were getting into his chicken coops, and even killed one of his pigs. "Yeah...they've been round ever since that rain storm back in Spring last year. I just haven't kind a way to get rid of em all." Martin told me, as he laughed. I had already thought out a plan to get them out, but of course with me, it involved a hunting rifle, or two. "Well I'd be glad to help you out man,  just give me a call if you need it all done."  I told Martin. "Okay Tyler I'll let ya know." He told me, I couldn't help but laugh and think that his coyote issue wasn't a bunch of wild animals.

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