Spirit Lake Coyote Hunt

[Flintlock Fellow]

Just wrapped up a coyote hunt in the bitter cold, and as I looked out toward the rugged Selkirk Mountains in the distance, I couldn’t help but reflect on the mountain men who once called this wild land home. Trapping and surviving in these unforgiving conditions wasn’t just a challenge—it was their way of life.

Sitting there, shivering in modern gear, I was reminded of their grit and endurance. They didn’t have the luxury of warm trucks, insulated boots, or high-tech gear—just their wits, skill, and sheer determination. It’s humbling to walk even a small part of the path they once blazed, and it makes me appreciate their legacy all the more.

The hunt may be over, but the connection to the past lingers on.

 

[Sam squanch]

But did you get any coyotes?

 

[Flintlock Fellow]

But did you get any coyotes?

Nope! Sorry to have to tell you this, Sam, but I’m convinced coyotes are just like elk and Bigfoot—pure myth. Probably invented by the same guy who came up with the misnomer “honest politicians”.

To be honest, I didn’t see a living thing— not a bird, rabbit, or even so much as a squirrel… nothing. It was more than a little eerie.

 

[Sam squanch]

That’s strange. My friend was out fishing one evening and he said everything went silent. He felt really creeped out and left as fast as he could.