Your story hits home as I lost my father last April. All the little things I once took for granted now pass through my mind as if in slow motion. Always bringing back a memory of him. Sometimes a tear but usually a smile, thinking of the honey-holes he'll have found for us when its my time to join him again. That is a beautiful coyote Muddy, one that was meant to be yours. He is going to make a beautiful tanned pelt in your man cave. Congrats! :way: