At dusk, he loaded up and used his rabbit call to summon the coyotes. This one showed up before he could even lay the call down on the golf cart seat and get his rifle ready.
She was a good healthy weight, of course, because she has been dining on chicken for some time now.
Jordan knew he hit her, but wasn't sure if she was dead. Since it was nearly dark by then, he came in for a bigger flashlight and Tom and I went out with him to search for the coyote. I was anxious to confirm it was dead because, even though I was frustrated that we had lost all those chickens to the coyote, it still made me sad that Jordan shot it. I wouldn't have slept well thinking about it possibly suffering out there in the woods all night.
We took Harry and Ginger with us and Harry found it for us right away. Thankfully, it turns out that she died almost instantly. There was no blood trail.
There might have been more than one coyote stealing chickens, so I expect that Jordan will be doing some more hunting in the coming evenings.
It is very difficult to tell the difference between a grey fox and a coyote, but I'm pretty sure this is a coyote.